god, yes, this is haunting, it gave me chills, and it...oh, painfully beautiful, though...it makes me think/wonder and...oh, simply, yes, haunting and yet, there is a courage and...I don't know...so well written, thank you, Mariah,
m.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2006
Some reality imbedded within this poem of something that we really had rather "beautify up" and talk all the gobbledygook. Death is the only true act that we have to deal with alone.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Haunting...this will linger awhile. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Mom