I love haiku poetry ... each verse is sort of like "deep thoughts." It means more when read aloud of course. I read them silently in the break-room anI love haiku poetry ... each verse is sort of like "deep thoughts." It means more when read aloud of course. I read them silently in the break-room and had to reread several verses more than twice as I contemplated their meanings. You have to be in a real deep meditative zone to read poetry silently. I am looking forward to hearing this poet live at our library's literary festival in Sept. (2012)
Gyleen's patchwork is amazing and each poem was accompanied by a unique square full of intricate and colorful patterns. I related to Forward Momentum in the inspiration section. This haiku encouraged me to look at initial challenges as the jump start to rolling full speed ahead.
I like how Nikki Giovanni compares loves to bicycles ... both need trust and balance. These poems are full of longings and ecstasy. If you’ve ever expI like how Nikki Giovanni compares loves to bicycles ... both need trust and balance. These poems are full of longings and ecstasy. If you’ve ever experienced the loneliness of lost love, the connection of a soul mate, or second guessed your feelings, you will find something to relate to in Giovanni’s poetry. If you think about how unsteady you feel when first learning to ride a bike … love is the same way … a fall can hurt. Remember though after persistence, and learning to balance, bicycle riding brings freedom and confidence.
I think a love that allows you to feel free is a strong love; one where your trust in another person gives you the freedom to be who you are without the fear of rejection. Love makes us better, even when it hurts, when it isn’t a perfect love … we feel, we live …. It might even be worth the pain. Don’t give up on love. These are reflections I had after reading Giovanni’s love poems. My favorite is “No Heaven.” “How can there be no heaven, when you smile at me?” ...more
Joseph Bathanti is our state's Poet Laureate. I was honored to attend one of his writer's workshops when he was a guest speaker at our library, and loJoseph Bathanti is our state's Poet Laureate. I was honored to attend one of his writer's workshops when he was a guest speaker at our library, and loved that he could recite Bob Dylan's Idiot Wind when he learned I was a fan.
This Metal is a collection of poems about his life, family, and growing up Catholic in Pennsylvania. His use of metaphors to describe feelings is impressive, showing us memories that continue to spark and live. As a mother of boys, I enjoyed Washing Her Ruined Boy, and felt an ache for my sons, who are grown men now. I wish I could still comfort them today when things go wrong like I used to when they were small. In another poem about crossing the state line with a date, I was reminded of similar escapades in my high school years. Bathanti's poems illustrate emotions and tell stories that readers can connect to. This collection has more than a few that have become favorites of mine....more
The poems in this book are grouped into several themes. These are my thoughts about a few favorites.
In “School Days,” I was touched by the short poemThe poems in this book are grouped into several themes. These are my thoughts about a few favorites.
In “School Days,” I was touched by the short poem Learning English. As a former Language Arts teacher in Texas, I taught a number of ESL students. I remember the struggles that come with learning a new language. In this poem Lori M. Carlson examines the feelings she has speaking her native tongue, Spanish, and wonders if speaking English will change the way she feels.
In “Home and Homeland,” most of the poems are written in a combination of both English and Spanish, rather than a Spanish version followed by a translation. I think this illustrates the Latino culture as homeland in the new home the United States. The Día de los Muertos by Abelardo B. Delgado is my favorite. Delgado ends this poem by explaining why talking to the dead is necessary. This day reminds us “to enjoy our lives,” … we shouldn't waste time in sadness.
In “Hard Times,” Luis J. Rodriguez writes about the separation line between the white and Mexican neighborhoods “Race” Politics. When two Mexican brothers decide to step out of their “boundary” they are beat up by a gang of whites. Despite the cuts and bruises the humiliation is far worse as the brothers promise each other to never tell a soul.
In “Time to Party,” Mango Juice is a most romantic poem. Written by Pat Mora, this poem is so easy to visualize with all the senses. A celebration with music, confetti, streamers, pinatas, and sweet mangoes. The characters in the poem are no doubt lovers, and one verse innocently expresses sensual feelings.
These are the first poems I've read by this poet. I remember when his work was required reading among high schools. While working as a bookseller, yeaThese are the first poems I've read by this poet. I remember when his work was required reading among high schools. While working as a bookseller, years ago, his books were well sought after. Somehow I missed reading him myself until recently. I can see how his way of simply telling the feelings and observations found in everyday, but with wise and profound eyes ... both visually and spiritually make him so well loved. I liked the poem Adage best. It gave me a new understanding of love ...
... from Adage You look at me through the halo of the last candle And tell me love is an ill wind That has no turning, a road that blows no good,
But I am here to remind you, As our shadows tremble on the walls, That love is the early bird who is better late than never.
I read this ebook today while I was eating breakfast. The cover and title may lead you to think this an erotic book. Actually it is a tasteful collectI read this ebook today while I was eating breakfast. The cover and title may lead you to think this an erotic book. Actually it is a tasteful collection of poetry. There are expressions about love, life and relationships, but nothing I would call explict. Here is a sample verse from the title poem.
My hands reach out in water grasping for the soul of the sea. I reach out the way a fish breathes inspired by the trying, satisfied for moving closer to knowing the flow around me.
I like Belinda's style ... her poetry is relaxing to read. The photography is black & white, mostly scenes of nature, and peaceful places. There are a few abstract shots of hands that reach out to touch your body with the poet's mind. (kinda Leonard Cohen sounding) ...more