By James Burns
James Burns, a friend and co-writer, recently sent me three of his poetry books. I’m going to put this right here – I’m not a big fan of poetry, much of it flies over my head and I get frustrated because I don’t “get it.”
But that’s not the case with James’ poetry. He plays with words, he gets in and then gets out, and he expertly leads you to a conclusion that often takes your breath away. All of his poems deliver a powerful, truthful punch. Take this one:
#15
Poems are slices
Of my soul
Thinly cut
And ready to digest
Epigrams 2017 – Burns
The imagery is compelling. I get it. I know what he’s talking about. I can relate.
I feel it.
And that’s the power of poetry, to write in thoughts and images just as clearly as if you were using full paragraphs.
When reading each of James’ books, I find myself taking notes, marking some of the pages, telling myself that I need to share this with my daughter who loves poetry.
She should read this, I think.
She really should.
#6
If I prune my beliefs
And change who I am
Bend and twist my soul
As if I were the maker’s bonsai tree
If I give way to your will
What then becomes of me?
Majordomo – Burns
Perhaps it’s time to stop saying that I’m not a fan of poetry and begin saying that I’m a fan of James’ poetry.
Because I am.
I truly am.
Note – all of James Burns’ poetry collections are available on Amazon (links on each title above) and are very reasonable. If you want to try poetry or if you already love poetry, I suggest you give them a try. Trust me, you won’t regret it.
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