And only the truth sets you free. Free to be free indeed. Now hold your head high, and press on. You are still beautiful, and God will send you true love when the time is right. But this time Depend more on God and not on man and what you long for will be reality.
Thanks for sharing!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2003
This is very good!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2003
Youth is wasted on the young.
Go girl. This was good.
~E
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,
Thanks for sharing!
Go girl. This was good.
~E