i feel death
riding me down
echoes meeting me
without making a sound
i wonder
if the seasons
are
still on my side
oh
but its been a beautiful
ride
if i’m not dead
then
i must consider
this ladder i dare
call time
this universe i dare
call mine
i must concede
all my needs
and just
be alive...
Remarkable poem, with an exquisite last four lines. Those last four would be a very wise motto; they are so profound and evolved. The form you chose for this is well-crafted because it feels like a ladder, and the direction is both up and down. ~~ djl
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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