Love and loneliness speak for themselves...oh, i'm so sappy!
You’ve heard it on the radio, the loneliness we named love. Is it love or Objects of affection? Proverbial loopholes for us all. Does the desperate hero say any heroin will do? Is it about you or any you? Who ever you is, whoever you will be, who ever you were. Representatives of romance. I need to become the woman of my dreams before I think about yours. Whoever you are, Whoever you will be, Whoever you were. I’ll make my own pedestals thanks, maybe I like my feet just as they are, where they are. You’re only lovely when you’re lonely.... She’s only lovely when he’s lonely. Vice verse - the Lonely lyrics of Love?
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,
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
welcome to author's den--you're among friends :)
loneliness we named love...profound statement.
in the line, "does the desperate hero say any heroin will do?", did you mean, "heroine"?
enjoyed your thought process and this write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)