The ice has thinned,
It would simply break if I crossed it now.
Feathery wings never really gave way to fins.
My heart carries to much weight than it will allow.
Flying was the one rule I could bend,
It was the only way I knew how.
I can’t walk on water yet,
My wings are heavily bound.
But I will drown...
If that means I get to see you again.
Caught in the wake,
The shore has gone from view.
All I have to rely on now is Heaven’s sake,
Maybe this angel needs you.
I have a human’s heart, and all its mistakes too.
I can’t walk on water yet,
Even the graceful fall down.
And I will not make a sound...
If that means I get to see you again.
the power of desire can achieve the miraculous ... even when you fall, the thrill of getting back up to the surface will give you more determination to try again to hold onto your dreams ...
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.
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