Before you open and read one of the poems from Carolyn Srygley-Moore’s book, miracles of the BloG: A series (something I have learned to do every morning when I awake @ 4 AM to read one of Carolyn’s poems posted on Facebook), I suggest the following ….. read the poem all the way through to the end, don’t stop along the way to ponder. After you’ve read the poem, tip your head back in the chair and let the word imagery flow through your body from head to toe before thinking about the experience of it all. The experience is like the scene in the movie Men in Black when the alien first enters the farmer’s body, you spasm until accepting to surrender. This technique will lessen the degree your brain will hemorrhage, and it will hemorrhage but in a good way. Why? ‘Cause you’ve just experienced the twists and turns, the miracle, the word imagery of one of the greatest poetic thinkers in present time. The artistry of Carolyn’s words is so unique, I beg you to find someone to compare her to ….. peace out and love Carolyn Srygley-Moore !
Case in point, the simplistic complexity of Carolyn’s poetic thoughts as illustrated on page 71 of her book, miracles of the BloG: A series.
Miracles of trembling
There is a whoosh when the umbilical is cut
An anti-noise whoosh as of a ghost loosed.
So I have been informed
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by men in surgical masks with surgeon’s hands
hands that are not allowed to tremble.
I blame neither moon or sun but
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dew on the grass in wind trembling.
What do we do but follow
nature’s intuitions? Whoosh another cord
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is cut. Another ghost of the past released.
In the fog that swallows the grasses
there is truth. There is truth.
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I choose not to watch the news today.
I will ride the tortoise back into the sun
squinting against the dark my hands, trembling.
Utterly genius ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
Buy Carolyn’s book – miracles of the BloG: A series
Carolyn’s Featured Artist page at The Hamilton Gallery ~ Online.com
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