Book Review: And Other Things

Hey! Bought your book… perhaps i should do a book review? My first impression, because poetry books are more than words to me… because i desire a vision… and while i witness your book, i first notice the layout of the page. Anyhow….

And i was given permission. Because i asked. Hell, i could just do it. It is my healing and i read other’s poetry to heal. Right? But no worries, i am not here to rip any one or any poem apart. Who is qualified to critique a writer? No one. These are our souls being spilled and they belong to us… shared because no one likes to be alone forever. Well, at least i don’t want to be alone and i am happy Layne Ambrose choose to share these gems in a book. I was happy to buy it knowing I was partaking in a feast of words and images that just might spark something inside me.

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Sunday was spent on Crane Beach, Ipswich MA, enjoying some light poetry. Well, these poems were light to me because its pretty tame compared to how i often feel, but rarely let loose. See, i think i know a bit about what is happening behind the scenes in his poems. But not really. I still like to think so.

Here is a clue to my thoughts and one of my favorite poem endings, which happens to be the last poem in the book. Yes, i always read the last poem first!

When I Get Away

see, maybe its easier to digest news on the beach… i figure most of what i read is lies…

Nothing comes in too clear, from far away… all appears to lie down with the lion.

The book is chock full. It will be a book i often drift back to. I am in the process of wondering how the poems fit in order on my time line. My order of awakening.

So i wrote….

i threw out
all the words, carousing
i forgot the letter
sent on a whim -toil of a bird
fighting the wind
perched higher still

seagull laughs
heads off
the sail of a boat -off shore
there is no going back for me

any more.

There are many more poems i loved. This is truly a treasure to help me find my feelings. The book also works as a reminder as to how far i have sailed off the shore, building my wings as i soar.

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