A Look at Poetry Reviews of the Past Year: In the Shadow of Rainbows

It celebration of National Poetry Month, I’m reblogging my poetry reviews from the past year on Saturdays throughout April in case you missed any of these noteworthy poetry collections.

Book Cover: A rainbow viewed through tree branches in background
Text: In the Shadow of Rainbows, Selma Martin

Treasuring Poetry – Meet prolific poet, Ivor Steven, and a review #poetry #poetrycommunity #TreasuringPoetry

My April Treasuring Poetry guest is talented and prolific poet, Ivor Steven. Please enjoy his thoughts about poetry and some of his favourite poems.

What is your favourite style of poetry to read?

Oh, there are so many styles of poetry that I like. In my personal library I have poetry books by Leonard Cohen, William B Yeats, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, John Keats, Henry Lawson, Banjo Paterson, and Rupi Kaur, and of course numerous other local poets. My selections are of a range of styles and very eclectic, however, my favourite poetry style is rhythmical freestyle poems.

What is your favourite poem in your favourite style to read?

Since I was a teenager, I have been an avid follower of Leonard Cohen’s writings, and he has had a huge influence on the way I draft my poems. One of my favourite poems of his is “Avalanche”.

Avalanche
  Well, I stepped into an avalanche,
 it covered up my soul;
 when I am not this hunchback that you see,
 I sleep beneath the golden hill.
 You who wish to conquer pain,
 you must learn, learn to serve me well.
 You strike my side by accident
 as you go down for your gold.
 The cripple here that you clothe, and feed
 is neither starved nor cold;
 he does not ask for your company,
 not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
 you did not raise me there.
 Your laws do not compel me
 to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
 for this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
 you must learn what makes me kind;
 the crumbs of love that you offer me,
 they’re the crumbs I’ve left behind.
 Your pain is no credential here,
 it’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
 I who have no greed;
 I have begun to ask for you,
 I who have no need.
 You say you’ve gone away from me,
 but I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
 I know you are not poor;
 you don’t love me quite so fiercely now
 when you know that you are not sure,
 it is your turn, beloved,
 it is your flesh that I wear.

What is your favourite style of poetry to write? Why?

I must say I like writing Haiku, Tanka, musettes, and other forms of short poems. However, I only started writing poetry after I had suffered a semiserious stroke in 2000. During my rehab, the speech therapist encouraged me to write rhyming words to help regain my cognitive abilities. I developed a knack for rhyming words and from there my writing knowledge gradually expanded. With my restricted thought process, the rhythmical Freestyle Poems were an uncomplicated style for me to follow and I kept improving on my newfound journey into the world of poetry.

What is your favourite of your own poems in your favourite style?

Oh gosh, I have written nearly two thousand poems over the past twenty years, my favourite one is from my first book “Tullawalla”, I wrote the poem in Philadelphia while visiting my cousins in 2019. The trip to America was only two months after my 2nd and 3rd strokes, and the journey was truly a “dream come true”. 
 
Dreams of The Heart

I cannot walk the continents
Like the intrepid Marco Polo
But my feet have felt the sands of time
Pass between my toes

I have not sailed the high seas
Like the courageous Christopher Columbus
But my body has bathed
In an ocean full of kind hearts I am yet to fly in space
Like the brave Neil Armstrong
But I have reached for the stars
And touched my soul’s dreams

How do you promote your poetry and poetry books?

I promote my poetry and books via my WordPress website, and social media sites: Instagram. Facebook. Thread, and a new website Medium. Also, I am an appointed writer for the online Coffee House Writers magazine (America), and they allow me to promote my Books on their members chat-site. I am a member the Geelong Writers Inc, who have Monthly social gatherings where I can sell my books. I frequent several local cafes, at which I am allowed to display and sell my books. I regularly attend local Arts Markets and I have had Book Stalls at nearby book festivals, the most recent being the prestigious Clunes Booktown Festival.
>> Clunes Booktown Festival – For the love of story

You can find out more about Ivor Steven on his blog here: https://ivorplumberpoet.press/about/

My review of Until Eyes Hear Sound

Available from Lulu.com here: https://www.lulu.com/search?contributor=Ivor+Steven&adult_audience_rating=00

and Jaymah Press here: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/product-page/until-eyes-hear-sound

Until Eyes Hear Sound is a wonderful collection full of impactful poems about numerous important issues humanity faces as a collective, as well as the beauty of our natural world.

The book is divided up into ten chapters as follows: Little Creatures and Birds; Planet Earth, Nature and Existence; The New World? The Same Universe; Observations – “Until Eyes Hear Sound”; War! Without Peace?; Memories and Rhymes; Poetry in Slow Motion; Humour, Fantasy, Faeries, and Weird; and Short Poems, Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others. Each section shares a smaller collection of poems that highlight the best and worst of that category. The poems are written in a mixture of freestyle and rhyming verse and are easy to read and vivid in their description.

The following are a few lines from some of the poems I related to the most in the collection:

“Raw rain is tumbling across town
Mother Nature’s roaring sound
Amplifies her tears slapping the ground
As her dark clouds wrinkle into a frown”
from She Knows

“Behind every mask there is a weathered face
Behind every face old lines survive in place
Behind every place memories live with grace”
from My World, My Thoughts

“arriving
via the cemetery gate
holding her flowers
hands quivering
heart quickens …

“leaving
via the cemetery path
renewing goodbyes
crying silently
breathing slowly”
from Arriving and Leaving, Visiting Her. This was my favourite poem in the collection.

A beautiful collection.

About Robbie Cheadle

Photo of Robbie Cheadle standing in front of trees.

Award-winning, bestselling author, Robbie Cheadle, has published fourteen children’s books and three poetry books. Her work also features in several poetry and short story anthologies.

Robbie also has two novels published under the name of Roberta Eaton Cheadle and has horror, paranormal, and fantasy short stories featured in several anthologies under this name.

The eleven Sir Chocolate children’s picture books, co-authored by Robbie and Michael Cheadle, are written in sweet, short rhymes which are easy for young children to follow and are illustrated with pictures of delicious cakes and cake decorations. Each book also includes simple recipes or biscuit art directions which children can make under adult supervision.

Robbie and Michael Cheadle have recently launched a new series of children’s books called Southern African Safari Adventures. The first book, Neema the Misfit Giraffe is now available from Amazon.

Robbie’s blog includes recipes, fondant and cake artwork, poetry, and book reviews. https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/


Wrapping Up the WordCrafter “Poetry Treasures 4” Book Blog Tour

It’s the last stop on the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 4 Book Blog Tour, and we’re over at Carla Loves to Read with Carla’s review and a lovely reading by Robbie Cheadle of her poem, “Long Day (In the Bush)”. The perfect way to wrap up this wonderful tour and send off for this delightful anthology, Poetry Treasures 4: In Touch with Nature. Won’t you join us?


A Look at Poetry Reviews from the Past Year: The Hedge Witch & The Musical Poet

Book Cover: Dark shadowy mountain craigs in background. A girl sitting in the trees with an eagle overhead in foreground.
Text: The Hedge Witch & the Musical Poet, Poems & Flash Fiction by M J Mallon

It celebration of National Poetry Month, I’m reblogging my poetry reviews from the past year on Saturdays throughout April in case you missed any of these noteworthy poetry collections.

Today’s review is The Hedge Witch & The Musical Poet, by M.J. Mallon


Day 3 of the WordCrafter “Poetry Treasures 4” Book Blog Tour

Day 3 of the Wordcrafter Poetry Treasures 4 Book Blog Tour finds us over at Book Places where Kay Castenada interviews contributing poet, Emily Gmitter, and Selma Martin shares a beautiful reading of her poem “The Bridge Home”. Please join us in sending of this very special poetry anthology, Poetry Treasures 4: In Touch with Nature. Be sure to leave a comment to enter the giveaway, too.


Day 2 of the WordCrafter “Poetry Treasures 4” Book Blog Tour

Today were over at Merril’s Historical Musings for Day 2 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 4 Book Blog Tour with a lovely reading from contributing poet, Andrew McDowell. Join us in launching this delightful poetry collection and support the contributing poets. And don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance at a free digital copy in the #giveaway!


Reviews of my poetry collection, “Small Wonders”

On sale for National Poetry Month – Only $2.99

Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/SmallWonders


Robbie Shares Her Poetry

Robbie Cheadle shares her poem “He Walks Away”.


A Look at Poetry Reviews from the Past Year: Ever So Gently

Book Cover: Blue/Green abstract background
Text: Lauren Scott, Ever So Gently, A Collection of Poems

It celebration of National Poetry Month, I’m reblogging my poetry reviews from the past year on Saturdays throughout April in case you missed any of these noteworthy poetry collections.

Today’s selection is Ever So Gently, by Lauren Scott


Mind Fields: Poetry Space Ship

Silly Humans

Feb 2022

We are so silly: humans.  Show a man

a little cleavage, nothing but a teeny crevice

between a woman’s breasts, squeezed

beneath a garment.  An inch of divide and all hungry eyes

go to that crease, as if it had the answers

to every riddle but one: why are we so silly?

Is it the mother-drive, so vast and potent

is it social conditioning, appetite fed by hints

of sex promise?  Cleavage is immodest to some

but envied by others.  It seems silly

at my age but it wasn’t silly to me twenty years ago.

Piano Lessons

I have ten fingers.

The piano has…really…

twelve notes plus octaves therefrom.

I tell my fingers

each day

“land somewhere new. Somewhere

you’ve never been.  If it sounds good

then lead me forward.  IF it does not.

We go again.

Ten fingers.  Twelve notes and octaves.

Fingers: spread yourselves newly.  Knuckle middle finger

rise a bit. Good.

Now…listen.  OK? 

send five left fingers to the lowest octave

teach them where they belong

repeat the patterns repeat the patterns

bring the fingers back up

then throw them like dice

at the keyboard let them fly

repeat the patterns again

repeat the patterns: over time

my fingers know things, acquire sense and pitch

before my ears know

before my brain knows

my fingers know.

And, strange as it may sound, always listen to your fingers.

Ukraine

It is one thing to think

“aw fuck, not again.”

Then it’s another thing to do

nothing, from a sense of overwhelm

at the misery of the world.  Many of these miseries

were created by human beings.  They are capable of un-creating them but that would take a lot of work.  Humans have

a streak of lazy when it comes to inquiry about themselves. 

One can say “My bad”

as if that dismisses responsibility.  I’ve been bad

but it’s over. That is not enough.  You can’t say “My good”

but you’ve got to do “my good”, 

you must keep making beautiful things in the face of ignorance.

Help other people with small daily tasks.

Use everything you’ve got

because in the face of this calamity,

it’s not going to be enough.

It’s just a motive to keep working so that,

some day,

it will be enough.

About the Author

Arthur Rosch is a novelist, musician, photographer and poet. His works are funny, memorable and often compelling. One reviewer said “He’s wicked and feisty, but when he gets you by the guts, he never lets go.” Listeners to his music have compared him to Frank Zappa, Tom Waits, Randy Newman or Mose Allison. These comparisons are flattering but deceptive. Rosch is a stylist, a complete original. His material ranges from sly wit to gripping political commentary.

Arthur was born in the heart of Illinois and grew up in the western suburbs of St. Louis. In his teens he discovered his creative potential while hoping to please a girl. Though she left the scene, Arthur’s creativity stayed behind. In his early twenties he moved to San Francisco and took part in the thriving arts scene. His first literary sale was to Playboy Magazine. The piece went on to receive Playboy’s “Best Story of the Year” award. Arthur also has writing credits in Exquisite CorpseShutterbugeDigital, and Cat Fancy Magazine. He has written five novels, a memoir and a large collection of poetry. His autobiographical novel, Confessions Of An Honest Man won the Honorable Mention award from Writer’s Digest in 2016.

Head Shot: Author Arthur Rosch

More of his work can be found at www.artrosch.com

Photos at https://500px.com/p/artsdigiphoto?view=photos

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A lifetime of poetry and photography gives a unique view of life, nature, the world, and the universe. 

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