In the untouchable dream,
night floats tugging at my sleeve
pain moves like a cloud.
My silence swells. A terrified impulse
breaks the window
and lets in the black shadows.
Pulsating noise explains
the human equation. Restless,
all night I give up my body.
The austere immortality
embraces the passion like a blast
I adore the drama,
but agony stops the words.
The earthly pettiness bothers
me. Somewhere the life ends
in nothingness. And sorrow
dictates the heart.
We abandon the paths taken,
walk back to the curtains.
Dying in pieces,
we disintegrate in semi-colons
and when the innocent eyes
seek the beauty of truth,
the life moves on to find
the meaning of bitter triumph.
The green fabric of emotions gets criss-crossed.
I gather the sun in my poems.
Gather the sun, dear Satish--keep those black shadows away.
"when the innocent eyes seek the beauty of truth," -- beautiful lines you share, along with your deep, searching thoughts.
Connie
Reviewed by Natosha Davis (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2011
Oh this is awesome!! Really like the title and ending "I gather the sun in my poems". Such a fabulous visual.
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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"when the innocent eyes seek the beauty of truth," -- beautiful lines you share, along with your deep, searching thoughts.
Connie