Bringing elegance, grace, rhyme and meter together in visually stunning poetry. Love, hate, broken hearts, abuse, dream this collection has something great for everyone.
Bold & Brilliant Words... M. Reed Brings Poetry Back To Life
Glossy Eyes Be Frail
M. Reed's debut collect has people buzzing calling her words "PERFECT imagery" and describing her as a "true poetic soul"...
Glossy Eyes Be Frail is a book that contains poetry and prose touching on a variety of subjects. This volume contains poetry that will make you laugh and make you cry. Her poetic style has been compared to Dickinson and Frost with heavy symbolism and perfect lines. This 100+ page collection features two epics as well. M. Reed has been a writer, poet, artist and musician her entire life. Poetry has always been a passion for M. Reed, as it was a means of escape in times of strife. Having escaped a violently abusive relationship, M. Reed brings a vivid and inspiring new dimension to poetry. From hopeless romantic love affairs to the darkest hours of betrayal and isolation M. Reed offers readers and unforgettable story…
Born and raised in Sacramento, California M. Reed reflects the beauty of the places she grew up in and around. While she has never been an outcast, M. Reed glows with originality and character all her own.
Her work has been greatly influenced by some of her favorite writers, poets and musicians and is an avid reader and artist; craving to learn and create new things each and every day.
As for her as a poet… she speaks softly, but with great passion. Those privileged enough to have heard her read her poetry in person have said that they were absolutely captivated by her; literally hanging off every word she spoke. M. Reed has the rare ability to capture a moment, a feeling, an essence, a beauty or tragedy. Her writing has been described by fellow authors and poets alike as having the rare qualities of a true poetic soul. While M. Reed prefers to keep her private life private, there is no question that her story is written on every page.
In 2011, M. Reed was published in American Songwriter Magazine for her soulful lyrical style and in 2010 honored as Song of the Year's Suggested Artist. This book of poetry is the first of the long awaited series of epic creations from her.
M. Reed thrives on creativity and continues to inspire and create artistic works that have received rave reviews. She explains that she has finally developed her voice, her brand, her style and that she has at last come home to the one thing she has always loved the most, writing. M. Reed is an English Major at AMU and plans to get her masters in creative writing in the near future.
-POEM PREVIEW #1-
Never Two The Same:
The wind may blow a thousand trees,
But never two the same.
It may set a sailors sail at ease,
Or be the blow that snuffs the flame.
So tend the roots that grow like vines,
To settle in the deep,
While some may flourish in its grasp,
Some may fail to keep.
So if I face the wind at toe
And head to head we greet,
Iíll tell the wind,
Iím sorry friendó
My roots wonít hail defeat!
-POEM PREVIEW #2-
What of a Fairytale:
Is it so wrong to want a fairytale?
An ever after kind of love?
The kind that ends in marriage,
With a carriage and a dove.
Is it so wrong to think that Iím the girl,
That could get swept off her feet?
Will my knight in shining armor come
To serenade me from the street?
Is it so wrong to want an epic love,
The kind you would die for?
To be the only girl my prince can see
And ever does adore.
Is it so crazy to think that love exists
The way I think it should,
And if it does indeed somewhere
Would it be where I stood?
Would I have to be a princess,
Or a poor untidy maid,
Must I have hair long like Rapunzel,
For a dragon to get slain?
Must my stepmother be evil?
Must my father be a King?
Do I have to talk to animals,
And what if I canít sing?
Iíve never had a fairy godmother,
A magic mirror or a genie lamp,
I wouldnít call myself a lady
And Iím surely not a tramp.
I rarely walk alone deep in the forest,
Where thereís no safe place for me to hide,
And I havenít a white stallion
For me to gallivant in stride.
I have never seen a fairy,
Or known anyone who flew,
I know not of any secret doorways
Or where those doorways may lead too.
And where are all the potions,
Not to mention my lack of dwarfs
I donít know any nymphs or gnomes
Wizards or witches with a wart.
And one more thing, it may be silly,
But what about the shoe?
What if my feet are swollen,
Then what am I to do?
See all these things are surely factors
Of a fairytale type love.
Compare me to a princess
Is like a pigeon to a dove.
Must I part ways with my dreams
And let my fantasyís drift way
Or shall I keep waiting for my Prince
To save me from another ordinary day.
For love must be extraordinaryó
There is simply no other way!
-POEM PARTIAL PREVIEW #3-
In Dreams We Fly:
Late at night while you are sleeping
Drifting off while sheep are leaping
Fall unto a silent slumber
Distant sounds of rolling thunder
Far beneath the starry sky
The wind howls gentle lullabies
Youíve wished upon a star to keep
And finally now youíre fast asleep
In sleepy time is when you dream
Far beyond the old moon beam
Starlit trails that lead the way
To all your hopes and dreams someday......(Continued).
-"BAGGAGE CLAIM" PARTIAL PREVIEW-
(Baggage Claim is the preface for the epic poem entitled "To Envy A Smile")
ABUSE (noun): The repeated physical, mental, emotional harm of a person... Scars that never seem to fully heel are those that forever leave the haunting shadow of abuse on a person.
Some people hide these marks of torcher better than others do. Most commonly you can see it in a victims eyes− When you look at them, you can see them bleeding to death inside− Slowly and secretly they die before you.
Some people question why victims of abuse donít just leaveÖ Well, itís not that easy.
For meÖ Escaping meant losing everything. It also meant putting the people I loved in jeopardy and serious danger...
Donít think I didnít attempt to escape; because I did; but, doing so almost cost me my life.... (CONTINUED).