Showing posts with label contemporary American poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contemporary American poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Copy by Susan Elliott Featured Poem From Every Flaw Every Perfection December BOM

Every Flaw Every Perfection is my fourth collection of poetry and the December book of the month club book. Below is a featured selection from the book.

The following poem is written from a writer's perspective and is one of my favorites. In fact, it was written based on my character Karn who is the hero of the novel I'm currently writing.


The Copy

He whispers my name
though a world away
just as alive as
the man sleeping beside me.
In truth,
the one I hold; the archetype
is so much more than his phantom.
I lean upon him, my muse.
I draw from his eyes
his hands,
his smile,
and create the copy.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Every Flaw Every Perfection December Book of the Month (BOM) by Susan Elliott

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"Every Flaw Every Perfection is a beautiful collection of poetry. It features romantic poetry, poems about day to day life, and a special poem written for Carl Amidon called "Picking Wildflowers." This is the fourth collection of poetry written by Susan Elliott. These poems are poems of the heart; including one in Gaelic with an English translation." (Amazon)

Words cannot express how much I love this collection of poetry. It is one of my favorites. Each poem included was written for a specific purpose and truly exposes the inner workings of my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

This month I will be sharing some of my favorite poems that are found within the book instead of giving you a definitive reading schedule. Poetry should be enjoyed and read in your own time. Every Flaw Every Perfection is available in ebook and paperback.

Poetry 

Poetry; what is this thing called poetry?
Is it mere words consisting of syllables,
symbolism, and meter, or is it more?

Poetry: What is this thing called poetry?

Is it something your high school English teacher
spoon feeds you as you kick and scream?

Poetry; What IS this thing called poetry?

It is the sound or rain.
It is a first kiss.
It is the boom-thump of your favorite song.

It is birth, it is death, and it is everything in
between.

Poetry is.

And that is what makes it beautiful.

(c) Susan Elliott