green-topped granite.
a gnarled evergreen
clings to the side --
clings without clinging,
effortlessly jutting out
over the chasm
to feel the sun & wind.
Bonsai Bluff [Free Verse]
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BOOKS: “Rangikura” by Tayi Tibble
Rangikura: Poems by Tayi TibbleMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
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Release Date: April 9, 2024
This collection by New Zealander, Tayi Tibble, consists of free verse and prose poetry of an autobiographical nature (or presented as such.) It is playful in its use of language, especially in its use of slang and Maori language words, as it deals in a broad emotional landscape.
It has bursts of creative brilliance and evocativeness, but also periods where it’s like reading a teenager’s diary.
All in all, I enjoyed the collection and would recommend it for poetry readers.
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Stalking Tiger [Free Verse]
A giant tiger stalks,
baring teeth, tensing claws,
closing the distance
in deep shadows that exist
entirely within the man's mind.
While others, from safe distances,
can see the fearsome beast clearly.
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“A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
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BOOKS: “A Year of Last Things” by Michael Ondaatje
A Year of Last Things: Poems by Michael OndaatjeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
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Release Date: March 19, 2024
This collection consists of free verse and prose poems, largely of an autobiographical nature (or presented as such.) A number of these autobiographical poems are at once travel poems, tales from the author’s visits to various countries.
While Ondaatje is more well-known for his critically acclaimed novels (e.g. “The English Patient” and “Anil’s Ghost,”) he’s not new to the poetic artform. The poems in this volume are clever, readable, nicely paced, and interesting. I enjoyed reading this book and would highly recommend it for poetry readers.
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Riverly Staff [Free Verse]
Simplicity.
It flows.
It crashes.
It employs only
as much effort as
conditions dictate.
It does not rush
in a panic.
While straight,
its movements seem
whip-like.
When possible,
it moves straight,
But it rolls around or over
any obstacle.
If follows the course,
but also carves
the course.
Its movement, inexorable.
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Through the Gate, Gladly [Free Verse]
Gates remain
long after the walls
have fallen.
People pass through
when they could just
go around.
There's something to
treading the path
of ancestors,
Or maybe they just crave
the claustrophobic
squeeze.
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White-Out [Free Verse]
snow falls
all night long,
silently piling.
i awaken
to a place
unrecognizable
as the one
in which i took to slumber:
the world's detail erased...
temporarily.
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Introduction to Myth Making [Free Verse]
From the hilltop,
one can watch nature reclaim:
green grows up the glass,
tufts sprout from each crevice
and the man-made world is crevice-laden,
one seed blown into a mortar crack
will become a wedge --
a sprout that splits stone.
Concrete and steel prove
digestible:
time, water, oxygen,
the enzymatic requirements are few.
Fungi blooms from a pile-full of dung.
I don't know whether it's a desirable meal,
whether our trappings & vestiges are
haute cuisine,
or merely a meal
of convenience.
This place was once with us.
Now, it's hidden so well
that it's become a myth,
a once firm and tangible thing --
now invisible & conceptual.
Nature swallowed our world
and farted our mythos.
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“O sweet spontaneous” by E.E. Cummings [w/ Audio]
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
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