I’m a runner with my feet firmly planted.
I’ve trekked miles but no surface.
I love without the skin of new lands to touch.
I’m hiking across a squeezed-up flesh earth;
grass, mountain and river,
overshadowed by lyric and verse.
I’m uprooted, moving daily from place to place
in the secluded parts of myself
covered in skin and skull bone.
I’m home, in the ink and the browning paper
I’m home, in the windowsill’s potted plants green
I’m home. All I need is to see.
Title: I Am More Than A Daydream
Author: Jennae Cecelia
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars
Jennae Cecelia’s newest poetry collection, I Am More Than A Daydream, is so beautifully uplifting. I flew through the book, feeling so positive and motivated as soon as I had finished. I’ve picked it back up and flipped through my favourites a few times already, and I’m certain it’s a collection I’ll come back to for pick-me-ups in the future! The illustrations are also such a nice addition, and I loved how they complimented the mixture of both shorter and longer poems. Another beautiful collection from a wonderful poet. Continue reading “POETRY MINI-REVIEWS #2”
April was National Poetry month, and I set myself a challenge of writing a poem every day of the month. I was expecting to give up quite early on, but I made it to day 25!? Okay, so I didn’t make it through the entire 30 days, but I nearly did – so I’m counting it as an achievement. I clearly have very high expectations of myself.
Continue reading “National Poetry Month | On Making Inspiration”
Title: Milk and Honey
Author: Rupi Kaur
Publisher: Andrews McMeel Publishing
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
Some of the poems in Milk and Honey were definitely 5 star poems, but there were others that I thought Continue reading “Poetry Mini-Reviews #1”
Adventure for you is the beginning of a thousand novels in your smiles
It is the chapters turned over with every blink of your eyes
It is pieces of many stories inked into your skin in indecipherable signs
Your lips speak of life in magnificent tales Continue reading “Adventure for me is a patch of tulips.”
I can go months without days, living a constant night.
Sunrise is some faraway fairy tale,
A childish dream that somehow seems to pass by
Without stopping to see how far it has stretched away from me.
When one end of its elastic band circumference is eternally, wrapped around my body
And the other is pulled so far that it is bound to snap, eventually.
Continue reading “Months of Night | A Poem”
My weather is not delicate, soft and lukewarm.
My summer is not a light brush of shoulders in between crowded doors,
Or a gentle, light laugh that shyly forms
In low-tide waters far from shores.
Continue reading “My Weather | A Poem”