This book is like a testimonial of the Ivan’s thoughts mainly relating to History, Philosophy and Nature. Ivan, I liked your way of penning your poetries by naming them with alphabets. You have exhibited an exemplary skill of narrating the historical palaces, as well. This is just the first impression of browsing through your book.
This is how every Poet/Writer narrates his/her experience of writing as in This Morning. “Fire burns in my fingertips as I hold the pen, waiting to write the words that will save me”. In Garden Stones, “On my own new place, new façade, the flush of my skin makes my appearance sublime. The world watches as I hide my fault lines behind written words”. Most of the Poets and Writers are introvert; I too feel the same being a Writer myself, and so I can relate to your words as you wrote in your Introvert’s Lament, “Too many people on the trail, crowds steal my breath, I become small, distant, over”. Today Turtles were my favorite animal, their shells my hiding place, a shelte
Her poems are categorized in four quadrants; Drawing Maps, Boundaries, Oracle and Odyssey. That was something which I found very unique because all the words are synonymous to Geography. Her poem Drawing our Maps is very artistically written which looks like a drawing. “I am mapping the unit areas within internal shadows, the incandescence of opportunity and accomplishment absent when self-doubt inks the veins” are some interesting lines.Her poems are categorized in four quadrants; Drawing Maps, Boundaries, Oracle and Odyssey. That was something which I found very unique because all the words are synonymous to Geography. Her poem Drawing our Maps is very artistically written which l
This book gives glimpses of Jacob’s life journey of self-exploration and self-introspection. His poems clearly have penned down journey of life with an open heart and an open mind. Congratulations Jocob, for some of your work being published in Unspoken Word, NYPL: St. George Library, and Verse-Virtual.
I loved the title of her book just because each one of us spend most of our time by living in the past. The good and the bad memories kinda give breather to our life. Contrastingly, she has coupled with Tomorrow’s Song, “Better to hear dark notes in the crescendo of a full moment and taste the salt of tears than live in yesterday replaying an album of worn-out dreams”.
“Is there no way out? We have messed up the planet and face extinction!” His question demands answers, guys and we all are responsible for this. “Man is a practiced, willful murderer, has always been one and will never change!, and We find reasons to kill” These are perfect statements to prove his point and are validated on how we kill insects, animals, etc. for our survival and safety. His writings on How many Species will survive, Will I still be alive? are worth reading. He has skillfully written on different species like Earthworm, Daddy Long Legs, Cricket, Snakes, Turtles, Hummingbird, Turkeys, Mouse, Hare, Seals, Coyote, Rhinos, Bear. Wordplay in these poems is just mind b
All of us begin our day with a prayer to Almighty. So Nagueyalti’s words struck me as I read the lines, “She prayed out loud to be honest, decent, pure, innocent but prayer, she knew was the heart felt longing of her soul” as in Prayer.
After going through this book, Readers, I am sure, will definitely agree that David has written his poetry in all honesty. The title of the book is so apt because he has confessed on all the areas for which he is guilty in life, “I am guilty of nothing but loving you” as in Confession. You will get to also feel his stark contrasting words in his Apology, “I don’t apologize for something I meant when I said it but please accept this apology for never saying I’m sorry”.
This book is full of Kristen’s memories. It’s going to be a customer delight for the Readers to read them one by one just like opening a Pandora’s box. She has started the book with Game of Life to end with She Grew. The experience that everyone takes over the course of life! This seemed very unique to me.
From Rwanda to Estonia, Abu Dhabi, to Amman, to La Paz and beyond, the poems in Michael L. Newell’s newest book, Wandering, span the world, its gritty aspects, as well as the sublime. Infused with a deep appreciation for life in its myriad incarnations, the poems in this book draw from time’s well across a span of fifty years, demonstrating wide interconnections of people and place.