If "psalms are an alphabet of feelings," this author's poetry is "kind of wildlife reserve," that exudes a quiet power, leaking a touch of humor, and setting the soul aflame.
Poems are witty reminiscences, like a mini-museum of contemplation with imagination's chamber inside. The author does not expect eruptive changes or influences of conduct in the reader, but her poems will make the reader an instant enthusiast, when they witness how she coaxes the words into engaging excursions.
The reader will find the poems witty, amusing and personable, paved in human sympathy.
This book is dedicated to my sons:
Daumants, Greg and Armand
NATURE, ALMOST DIGITAL
AND THEN...
The wind rapes the naked branches,
Makes shameless sounds...
Then flirts with chimney smoke
And hurries up to tease the cloud -
Stretches them like rubber bands across the skies,
Then falls into leafy lace
And plays,
Takes a deep breath,
Exhales,
Whirling the leaves away...
It's eve-
The night is born ...
A fragile orange moon stays between the sleepy mums,
As if awaiting something.
And then...
A SUMMER VIGNETTE
My senses gather
A perspective memoir
Of many layered narrative
Of wonder
In
And on
And by the lake in summer,
Some grass-like plants
Drift slowly past my sight,
Not sinking...
Translucent
Dark-gray dancing flames
Reflect a boat in water.
The sun plays tricks!
It turns into a fiery chain-link fence
And quickly crawls
Across the sandy bottom
In clear water,
Then gets unchained on shore...
A cascade of tender waves
Plays music on a harp,
But lets the loon
Transport his urgent call
And animated the air
With l o n g i n g ...
