Poets Unbound: An Anthology of Selected Poems
Everyone has his or her own idea of what poetry is. In Poets Unbound you have fifteen perspectives. Whether your taste runs to formal rhyming poems, imagistic depictions of feeling, or the no-frills language of the everyday, there is something here for you. There are poems celebrating life, poems of mourning, nature poems, city poems, poems about mythology and popular culture, animals, God, and mankind.
This collection is as diverse as its authors, but whatever the differences, the poems are united by the shared value that poetry is not only important but necessary. Every poet in this book has handed copies of his/her poems around a table to half a dozen people with editing pens to ask, ""how could this poem be better?"" Every poet in this book has left a meeting feeling sorry that he/she asked, and come back the next week to hear more, trusting that a poem important enough to write, is important enough to craft.
Poets Unbound contains many styles, subjects, and viewpoints. Most of all, it contains the distinct voices of people who believe poetry a vital way to communicate the individual world."
This collection is as diverse as its authors, but whatever the differences, the poems are united by the shared value that poetry is not only important but necessary. Every poet in this book has handed copies of his/her poems around a table to half a dozen people with editing pens to ask, ""how could this poem be better?"" Every poet in this book has left a meeting feeling sorry that he/she asked, and come back the next week to hear more, trusting that a poem important enough to write, is important enough to craft.
Poets Unbound contains many styles, subjects, and viewpoints. Most of all, it contains the distinct voices of people who believe poetry a vital way to communicate the individual world."
One of my Poems from the collection:
Excavations
Somewhere on the other side of the planet,
they uncover lost cities on the silk route to China
Somewhere they recover the tomb of a pharaoh
dead four thousand years
From my back porch, I find the rain
has stopped and the lilacs,
which have burst suddenly into bloom,
fill the air with hints of purple
The grass peculates green
and the dandlions sing yellow as little suns
Somewhere they unwrap an Incan mummy
and unravel the mysteries of Atlantis.
While I dig into the newly opened sky
uncovering an archeology of clouds
they uncover lost cities on the silk route to China
Somewhere they recover the tomb of a pharaoh
dead four thousand years
From my back porch, I find the rain
has stopped and the lilacs,
which have burst suddenly into bloom,
fill the air with hints of purple
The grass peculates green
and the dandlions sing yellow as little suns
Somewhere they unwrap an Incan mummy
and unravel the mysteries of Atlantis.
While I dig into the newly opened sky
uncovering an archeology of clouds
