Looking at the flowers makes me happy. Because it gives endless laughter. Also, the more you see flowers, the more mysterious they feel. The shapes, colors, and scents of their various and delicate structures evoke the mystique of life.
flowery path
Choi Paul Yearn
There's no wind. Who tickles the flowers?
They keep on laughing in voice of ggarr ggarr
shaking their bodies like as unbearable sometimes.
I don't know whether the laughter can fly far away
to call butterflies and bees with their fragrance
But butterflies are flying in to them
creating waves of sunshine like as swimming.
Bees are flying also through the warm and calm air
creating sounds like as a far-off gong stir.
Anyone standing in front of flowers would be a flower
laughing and smiling on its own
with laughter infected better than influenza.
As if it seems to become really a flower
as if full of the spirit of flowers
people walk on flowery paths like laughing flowers.
While flowers certainly make me smile at their wonder and beauty. And with a breeze, flowers certainly dance in a way that is light and wonderful. But I have no reason to laugh either at flowers and with them. To me it is a human emotion and not one of flowers. Perhaps I am missing something that you are not. Never laughing with or at flowers.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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,
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