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Morsels of Love: A Book of Poetry and Short Form
Morsels of Love is a book of poetry and short-form replete with joy, laughter, wisdom, and careful observation of the world around us. Reading this book will make you smile, ponder, and deepen your desire to live life with love and gratitude. Each poem and short-form is accompanied by pictures as reminders that no matter where we are in our lives we need as many 'morsels of love' as possible to cope, thrive, and grow during and after these unsettling and unreal pandemic years. Highly creative and imaginative, this beautifully written book will delight and inspire, whether you read it all at once, or relish separate poetic morsels at your leisure. Go ahead and indulge! You deserve it!
214 pages, Paperback
Published December 9, 2021
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December 5, 2022
This is the author's second collection of poems. The author is unique because each short form and poem is paired with one of the author's black and white photos that captures the poem's message and adds a personal touch. This collection has many forms, including haiku, senryu, tanka, poems, and short-form stories. One of the poems is called "Poetry in Motion," which talks about how poetry and running are similar in cadence and rhythm.
One passage I loved was when the author wrote: "My reaction to a beautiful sunrise piles up 's' words as neatly as a stack of pancakes oozing with maple syrup. The sun strips, strides, surmounts, and surveys the world in streaks of honey. As soon as I notice the solicitous sun, I salute the day by smiling and surrendering to its sunrays that bathe my soul and renew my being. Today, it was no exception, although I found myself peeking around the edges of the sun that peeled off its rays, stickers of light and longing. The gray clouds circled and cuddled the sun like an egg holder cup as if afraid to let the colors converge with the dark clouds floating around the sky after the heavy winter overnight rain. After I stood there taking a few pictures of the sunrise, my breathing and heart slowed down, the sun started to look like a firm egg yolk. I almost felt tempted to dip small bread pieces into it until I remembered that I had to continue my run, but only after I kept squinting at the sun. And the sun squinted back at me silently and solemnly in its full splendor."
To listen to my interview with the author, go to my podcast at:
https://www.momsdonthavetimetoreadboo...
One passage I loved was when the author wrote: "My reaction to a beautiful sunrise piles up 's' words as neatly as a stack of pancakes oozing with maple syrup. The sun strips, strides, surmounts, and surveys the world in streaks of honey. As soon as I notice the solicitous sun, I salute the day by smiling and surrendering to its sunrays that bathe my soul and renew my being. Today, it was no exception, although I found myself peeking around the edges of the sun that peeled off its rays, stickers of light and longing. The gray clouds circled and cuddled the sun like an egg holder cup as if afraid to let the colors converge with the dark clouds floating around the sky after the heavy winter overnight rain. After I stood there taking a few pictures of the sunrise, my breathing and heart slowed down, the sun started to look like a firm egg yolk. I almost felt tempted to dip small bread pieces into it until I remembered that I had to continue my run, but only after I kept squinting at the sun. And the sun squinted back at me silently and solemnly in its full splendor."
To listen to my interview with the author, go to my podcast at:
https://www.momsdonthavetimetoreadboo...
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