For me, this spoke of nights where we are unable to sleep. Where the creeping thoughts of our daytime and reflections refuse to let us rest. To "Drink the blood of dusk."
Always like to wake up to the sunshine coming in my window. These dreary winter days it does not happen always. but better days are always coming ahead for us.
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,
A very well consturcted poem!
Mark
Nicely written with a nice flow...
Wishing you well...
Sam