A collection of poetry written over a span of dark years in my life, sometimes with hope for the future, sometimes without. I wrote about the images in my dreams, my daydreams, my nightmares - think of it as a verbal expression of a painting in my brain, with all the variations you would expect from colorful to minimalist, strict verse to free verse.I publish this in hopesA collection of poetry written over a span of dark years in my life, sometimes with hope for the future, sometimes without. I wrote about the images in my dreams, my daydreams, my nightmares - think of it as a verbal expression of a painting in my brain, with all the variations you would expect from colorful to minimalist, strict verse to free verse.I publish this in hopes that you can find some light of your own in the darkness (or, if you prefer, some darkness in the light).Available at Amazon (Kindle), Barnes & Noble (Nook), and Smashwords (variety of online viewable or downloadable files)....
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I must admit I'm not a fan of poetry but this book stood out for me as it reminded me of my mother, so I gave it a go. I am very pleased that I did. The collection spans a number of years from 1989 - 1998 , the poetry, whilst in places dark, shows glimpses of the author's hope and often weaves these two together in a remarkable way, like in the poem Orphan's Lighthouse, my favourite from this collection.I personally find it very difficult to communicate my feelings on poetry, as I believe it's interpretation is individual to the reader, so instead I have selected some of the parts that spoke most deeply to me, these are only extracts the full poems are much longer:Lean into the windand wed with a nodYour body turns coldas you dote on the sod WendigoHe showed to me the future,he showed to me the pastWhere the greatest knowledge could be foundand the greatest treasures stashed. Down to the River I lay waiting, fearfully at timeshe is coming tonightLike he does every nighthe waits while my candle burnshe waits in the kitchenat every corner I turnHe is quiet buthis laughterrings loud in my head.He is the one that youhave always knownyet come to know thatyou can never really know him He is the darkness The fire that killed us moves on in strifenow we rejoice, for in death we found life. Orphan's Lighthouse As I have said before I am very glad I took the time to read this, as I usually skip past poetry collections. It is well written and contains some beautiful and emotional pieces. I debated weither to rate the work due not to it's quality or my enjoyment, but because perceptions of poetry are very individual. In the end I decided to rate it and would implore others, who maybe are not regular poetry readers, to take a chance on something a bit different and to share how the poems made you feel. [Cross-posted from tomesofthesoul.blogspot.com - rating at TotS - 4.5 stars]