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Moon on Water
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Robin Ouzman Hislop
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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i.
silver like the mind
when the dream of the body
is left behind
votive oracle, archetype
to so many metaphors
moon on water but
ii.
blinded by coupling serpents
where could i turn my face
moon on the water beyond reach
athens granted i’d paid penance
but the furies persist
beyond time moon on water
iii.
as incomparable as time
to eternity the poet said
i rise & set, turn & return
containing all oracles
grow old in mirrors
where life shortens
iv.
how should i call you
you are me & not me
i am & i am not
i am everything i believe
& all that you deceive
stripped bare by the seasons
Olwen.
i.
white may day lady
white owl screech
down the milky way
trefoil from her
foot prints sprung
quarter heaven
at dawn on
the white track
a golden wheel spins
a silver wheel spins
arianrhod & olwen
triple goddess of the moon
white bosomed swan
milk spurted from her breast
the starry way
a stellar mill where the dead
become the radiance of the sun
in the face of a flower at dawn
The Soldier
i.
the soldier desperate
for a share of glory
was sent as a child to war
a taste of honey
black & white in the parade
forget me not lips prayed
ii.
his statue stands
so forlorn so dire
pointing to the sky
a propaganda machine
a helpless pawn
homage to the nightmare
iii.
moon through a glass
he eats the dead’s flesh
& drinks nightmare’s blood
trapped in a battle
on the growing line
& erasing shore beyond
iv.
as the sky presses down
like a broken jig saw puzzle
ghost in a machine
he digs at dawn a shallow
grave for a new age to fill
as fodder for his never born
v.
on a plane of dark intent
plane of presentment
divides the sea not to free
the battlefield on the hurtled
course of a crazy star than burns
to star dust on god’s last gasp.
Moon the Water
i.
a corporeal cacophony
a dramatic liturgy
stars wars & natural selection
star son, archer of love
alas, too lowly to be great
but vulnerable enough to suffer
ii.
in antiquity it is said
human inhabitants of forests
much taller than now
believed their minds
to be the avery canopies
that swarmed the air
iii.
still virgin metamorphosis
was inconsolable loss
with none to share their grief
to their dead grew faceless
in a jig saw world
with each piece flawed
iv.
moon on the water
veil on the growing line
& the shore’s erasure
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| Reviewed by Dawn Mullan |
8/1/2007 |
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| I enjoyed reading this poem and all its sections. The moon is a wonderful subject to write and read about. Thank you, DL |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
3/18/2006 |
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Outstanding poetry and it celebrates the powers
of the moon so well. You've captured it with
vision and enlightenment. |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
3/17/2006 |
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Sheer optical wizardry written from the voice of a planet hunter that tells of planetary turmoil and the unendless cycle. Moon on Water is like leapfrogging through tens of millions of years. This poem has gravitational tug. This is where Jupiter comes in. Jupiter help Earth take shape. Jupiter is going to gradually pull it all together, so the road to another Earth leads through Jupiter. In our Earth, Jupiter will help clean up the neighborhood. The dark portion of a crescent moon glows with faint Earthshine. You have encapsulated the subtle hints in these poems, Robin.
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/16/2006 |
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"a stellar mill where the dead
become the radiance of the sun
in the face of a flower at dawn"
one of the many profound images you've captured in these poems ... |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/16/2006 |
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Robin,
Thought provoking excellence; very well written!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
3/16/2006 |
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This had the same effect on me as lamentations did. It depicts the never ending cycle of humanities mistakes made throughtout all of time,never understanding Creator or Creation! Fine work, Robin!
etw |
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