In my life
I have met many people.
Some stayed strangers,
Some I kept at a distance,
Some I loved too much,
Some I loved too little.
I cannot say
I made no errant judgment,
And kept some out when I should
Or let some in when I shouldn’t.
After all,
I had only my heart to go on
And the heart is frequently a fickle judge.
So, when I doubt myself and the wisdom of my ways,
I realize I must have done something good.
Something so deserving and worthy
For God to grant me a friend like you.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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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Thank you for sharing.
Steve.