I put on my thinking cap
Then there’s a crash.
I think; “What the hell was that?”
I investigate the entire house.
Turns out it was just a psychotic cat.
Instead of going back to what I was doing
I move onto something else.
Everything else forgotten.
Poof go the thoughts
That had been running through my head.
Double the pages later
I remember I’m it
So I sit down again
I get 12 lines out…
And it happens again.
I got involved in a TV program
So I come back…
And it happens again.
Poof go the thoughts
That had been running through my head.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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,
Robin
Be safe,
Karen
Interesting...yes that can happen.
Smile, I enjoyed reading this different pov.
Have fun and take care,
From the Heart of an Artist...