This is not the real meaning of marriage, only a meaning for scorned and neglected wives, written January 6, 2006.
An over-rated state of being, where two become one and clearly not seeing.
The truth be told: love in the wife's eyes she beholds;
while her significant other is just a man who is hardly a husband.
The wife, she is forever stripped of her birth identity yet faithfully loving her man oh so infinitely;
Her self worth slowly unfolds, days pass and nights come and go until the wife, she is quickly made old;
Her love she kept giving unconditionally, but for granite the man has taken her again and again but never seriously.
For his job is to ride the wings of worry-free life, leaving his other half empty and abandoned until she has no more fight.
Though submissive and passive, she's soon used up, then she's gone.
Now another unsuspecting victim has moved in her home.
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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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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