|English: Pussy willow from Turku Finland. Suomi: Pajunkissa Turusta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
Cats, Daffodils & Dragonflies:
Mystical Nature Poems
|How Cool! I Coulda Been a Contender?!!!|
I once read that lily means
beauty, like a tiger lily,
like the tiny cat that swam
through my life, a river of
cream and black, wrapping
the soft ribbons of her paws
around my heart: let us walk
together in beauty. How far
have I come? Can I lift my
wings with the bright green
wink of a luna moth, a
miracle that I have witnessed
three times in thirty-eight
years? Can I hear the tales
of goodness and peace
shuffling the dark branches
of the trees? Can I sit in the
corner of an empty room,
my hands lost in the ebony
purse of this kitten's fur,
whispering stories of earth,
pumoth, tiger lily? Let us lift
our wings and soar in
Because that's is just what you find in this book: joy, peace, contentment... Oh sure, there are a few with a sign of being down, but not many...and if you have had just one contact with the author on line, you will know that the feelings are real! Makes you want to have her as your friend...
|"...Daily, I plant the eeds of love, kindness, and beauty,|
graced with the daffodil's smile. And when the sun rises
each morning, I can hardly wait.
Most of her poems take minute pieces of nature, flowers, sky...everything turns into some, yes, mystical place that only she can take us to--are these really the same mundane items we step on,
or stumble across, or look at with unseeing eyes?
Yes, Yes, they are...for I, too, have seen them in a different light since I've moved into my cabin and strolled through acres--finding a trillium (which I had never before seen)...
Still, I don't have the words...
Are you, too, in that place where you need to stop and, as they say, "smell the roses...?"
If so, Laura Stamps has the way to do that, even when you're at work in some office, or taking the subway home from the city...She will pull you out of your present and take you to a place you can only envision...and yet, she does it so easily, that you may think she is there, merely talking to you about her day...but how does she move us? Ahhh, that is the true mystery...
Only a true poet writes this way...
By the way, I know little about poetry, have never studied it...so I rarely review poetry books, except from people I know or that have acknowledged that my review is never to be construed as a professional...only as someone who sometimes meet a soul mate poet who provides the words I would want to speak, those that are hidden in my heart... Those that she has been given a gift to share with all of us...
|Coco with litter...|
Currently, Laura lives in Columbia, South Carolina, with 9 cats in an antebellum-style house. Beyond her backyard lies a state forest, which just happens to be full of faeries.