What Feeds US — Poems by Diane Lockward
What Feeds US — Poems by Diane Lockward
I had the pleasure of reviewing Lockward’s book Eve’s Red Dress, which remains one of my favorite poetry collections. Now, after long weeks, I have begun to review What Feeds Us. Again, this is a wonderful compilation of poems. [this is just a blurb and some notes, not the actual review]
As much as I find shaped poems tedious and usually too cutsie, I have to own up to the fact that “Organic Fruit”, an ode to the avocado is too well crafted to take a potshot at for being composed to resemble an avocado – which is to say that it’s one of the best, if not the best, shaped poem I’ve seen. And certainly the best for its length.
The poem on the publisher’s site is spectacular. And, in my opinion, they were wise to use one of the better poems and not the best in the collection to advertise. Hey, it’s gift-buying time. This is a great gift for any reader or lover of poetry. Pick up a copy for yourself as well as your friend—and suggest it as an interesting departure for your reading club. You’ll be very glad you did!
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Weary on a mind quest « Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus
Weary on a mind quest « Poetmeister …on the road to Parnassus
Another of my surf-by sonnets.
God’s Bitter Angel Answers
You who rose from dust to life, breath of God
in skin-prison bottled, do you question
His supreme plan? Does your veneration
fall so short of glory, that you would nod
your head and pray mere words? Would He be God
could He not answer? Yet your hymn’s less sung
in worship than in dark desperation—
dissonant in choral dread of the Rod.
Is He not Love? Does Love punish only?
Take heart, little wren, grasp faith in your heart
and know that Love is you, that you are love—
His breath and heartbeat are yours; these lonely
hours are but reflection upon His Art
as it grows within each, to bless thereof!
David M Pitchford
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