Licorice by Liz Bruno
Licorice, a vivid womanly poetic collection by Liz Bruno interlaced with sorrowful and perceptive events is quite remarkable and magnificent throughout the book.Amazon USA
- Publisher : Atmosphere Press
- Language : English
- ISBN-13 : 978-1636495477
Licorice, a vivid womanly poetic collection by Liz Bruno interlaced with sorrowful and perceptive events which is quite remarkable and magnificent throughout the book. The deep exploration in the poems about daily and unaccustomed affairs of a woman is unquestionably spectacular and prevents the reader from reading the whole text in one gulp.
In What’s Left, the poet tries to bring out the concealed emotions and reveals the full emotional spectrum through her powerful writings. “You don’t glance back once” signifies the poet’s expectations and how badly her heart is broken. “I stand frozen at the front window / with our baby straddling my hip.” The shock was so intense that the poet got froze and here a mournful ambience comes up all around with no hope. The poet questions aptly, “What is left for me/but this acre of quiet?” The poem is titled pertinently as the poet is left with nothing except for the baby and feels completely alone after her husband leaves.
The poem Leaving the Light explores the deep innermost thoughts of the poet which she doesn’t utter. In a much philosophical tone she said, “Sometimes I suspect I am nothing/ but a hotel./My mother stays in my shoulders./My father sleeps in my eyes.” People whom are once loved by us cannot be removed from our heart, “I asked the guests to leave/but their feet kept walking”, depicting the same situation the poet going through.
In Rite I, the poet’s mood is seemed to be sarcastic at in start as can figure out by the following lines: “Let’s say I walk into a grocery store/and steal a bag of licorice./I’m kidding.” Although this poem seems quite unlike others at the opening but as soon as it gets back on its track the rhythm of the reader doesn’t get a break.
Liz’s style is precise and concentrated. Her consummate command over diction, the meticulous precision of numerous connotations in one word, and inclusion of philosophical twists at various junctures make her poetry prototypical and entrancing. Readers, please show some support by purchasing this wonderful book. All the best Liz!
---- Rochak Agarwal