This poem is written for and dedicated to: My Beloved Late Father, Minous Talbert.
It waved its hand in your direction, And sadly you closed your eyes in death. I stood there quietly and helplessly As I watched my beloved slip away as I wept.
Tears fell from my eyes, and a great Darkness covered my heart. In words I found no comfort, in tears I felt No relief. My life without you is Hollowed with only pain and grief.
But, Jesus left me a promise, in the Resurrection I shall find a release. He died so that one day my eyes shall Fill with pleasure and my heart will Fill with glee.
He will call you back to me! And death will set you free!
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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most beautiful and moving piece--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(