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Forest Feline. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

by 
forest feline fir purring
    
dusks dawns this wastrel man
his vagrant days that like tattered
rags clothe his face 
as autumn leaves fall

we walk together now to listen talk
where both our persons are now
diminished 
before the tempest of ice
& fire consumes us once more

but soft ye now I will feed you with my blood

let me breathe your music as my words
already bawdy in the day 
with the pantomime we play 
on this our funeral day – hooray

    
i care not for the molecules of kings
nor the stratagem of regimes
where we walk diminished in our pain
& yet I say we will regain & you

    
will come again 	jaguar moon
forest feline purring your dawn dusk’s born
hawthorn & the rowan 	the red berries growing

a van flashes by our simulacra
i have nothing to offer you
but my blood in  your  music
beyond our most unreasonable crime

(before the human territorial voice in)
invades & after
the sun shines it’s sudden shine
our end begins

    
as I stumble through the straw
but this is beech place not pine
though i guess it’s the same decline
in the end                     & the skyline rang out release me


 
 
 

 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at Artvilla.com his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at Amazon.com as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)
 
 
 

Beluga. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

by

 

white dolphin without wing

homing           drawing succour beneath the ice floe

where the river meets the sea
downstream from the forest
song of the ocean a sonic alphabet
a web of sound we have yet to know

moving northward with nowhere to go
until the gulf of mexico
here today gone tomorrow

your palace of ice

i listen now for your call lost to us

still i am here upon the shore

or perhaps you outlive us all
deep upon the sea bed’s eddies
don’t you already know? we listen
but do not understand at all

in those warm seas where you might roam
who is the predator & who is the prey?

beyond our simulation
our simulacra
anthropocene

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at Artvilla.com his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at Amazon.com as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)