I think some (most, all?) of you are aware that poetry isn't my strong suit. I want to know it better, understand it better, love it better ... but I struggle. However, a book of poems as we start out for National Poetry Month seems appropriate (even if the poet is Canadian).
One of my favorite contemporary authors is Carolyn Weber and on Tuesday she published a book of poetry, Home Going: Poetry for a Season. Despite my precarious, trepidatious feelings about poetry, I bought it right away. I read the first 8 poems immediately. And I clicked with them right away which - I admit - surprised me. The images are so good. The ideas aren't hidden away trying to be clever. The ideas are deeper than they first seem. Some help us to see the world around her. Some tell a story. The first poem, 'At the Gate of the Beautiful,' gives us glimpses of a local church and of Eden ... both from the outside peering in. We can see in, but we can't *get* in and are thus the prisoners:
Looped into ornate place,My favorite so far, though, is "Intention," the second poem in the collection, because of this beautiful stanza:
the iron bars seem bent
on keeping us out,
imprisoning me a seeker.