I knew Jade (Ann Farley) back in 1973. I believe she lost her way and life. She said if she stopped writing she could limit the depression. Just wanted to share a bit of another poet.
Almond touch sketch of shade
on wood
you work with
your hands
to stay alive
green leaves in the window
bed in Paris shadow stucco
and cologne
night
dye me blue candle blue
almond etching
lost souls in madness
we brave
the wind
and hug the earth
momosa tree
in the window it began
back in the night out of the rain dragon fan lamp
sleep in silk and sea
empty span
tea smoke
moon and candle cross
waves wax
the light on the wine crate
light
of green far away
my shawl
on the chair turning star
These and more were written by a young girl between 16 & 19. These represent the cracks of perception by one broken upon the dream of beauty. too much love taken advantage of too young gave birth to broken moments of insight, beauty and just the echo of truth. our greed often forgets so easily the magic of youth. a separate reality.
I agree with both Diana and Jude. So enigmatic and mysterious that I have no idea what it is about and the imagery is powerful but is destroyed by the next stanza. Sorry, but I don't get it. If a poem only communicates to the author, does it matter? Apparently the poem communicates to you, or you wouldn't have posted it.
Nonetheless, in her day, Jade probably won awards for her poetry.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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.
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Nonetheless, in her day, Jade probably won awards for her poetry.
Ron
A mind revealing a little of its landscape and perspective...
Diana...