cinquain written from a prompt to use the word 'almond' in a poem, finished too late, but written/Inspired by a friend in image & words, only... w/thanks & hopes for peace...
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for J.
Eyes, deep Burnt almond lit, They call. And call again... These eyes, yours-- an image, yet they, You? call...
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
~Joseph
Kudos!
tony:)
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
~Kerry