Can the imagery of poetry be
Hot splashes of neon on a concrete sea,
Crimson flashed in sun glare,
Multi-colored triangles of breeze at a used car fair,
Billboards emblazed with consumer titillation,
Lighted words tracing time, temperature and news
Around buildings to entice the jaded eye,
The brain is already cloyed with confusion
Near blank with clash confusing.
This matter unfit for poetry
For poetry is meant to sing
To lull, to breath serene with human empathy
To swing the soul in lyric time
Studded here and there with nature's rhyme.
Its words are symphony
Strings and winds of syncopated harmony.
Gift to the heart of man
Emollient to cacophony.
Poetry is organic, not synthetic
It buds and swells and blooms
To technology is antipathetic,
It dwells in human cells
A satin
Yet, is ethereal and empyrean
A satin caressing glue
Mist blood, love and sinew.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~