Showing posts with label Laura Stamps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura Stamps. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Poetry from Laura Stanps, From the Book, Cats, Daffodils & Dragonflies






DREAMCATCHER 


My nimble daydreams spin
 the net I intend to toss, when
 a speck of light tumbles past
me, a moth veined in the image
of a dry leaf, its powdered
gloves hungry for the rough
touch of weathered wall, wings
slowing in stillness to a sly wink.
Could this be a moth that dreams
of leaves, snapping its umber
kite across the thin skin of a
Monday, pressing wing to wall,
becoming before us all a tiny dry
leaf? The stray cat, whose shiny
coat I feed with egg yolk and ice
cream, falls at my feet, rolling
his dark ship over socks and shoes,
catching me in the net of his eye
like a panther lounging on the
forest floor among fern and spore.
What is important to the waking
dreamer? Only to court the 
pebbles of laughter that spring
from the heart, my dreams released
like waxwings eager to pleat the
sapphire curtains of the sky: what-
ever I desire is within my reach.
~~~



THE LITURGY OF THE HOURS


 Is there not a more exhilarating
 time of the day than sunrise?
 When those first fiery threads 
of light fling themselves across 
the sky, and you shield your heart
 with your hand to keep it from
 leaping with the meadowlark to
 the highest branch, tickling the
 morning with a canticle of love,
 while insects strum the fiddles
 hidden beneath their brittle wings.
 They say of the City from above
 that light shines all the time.
 I can only imagine the ecstasy in
 the heavenly congregation of flicker 
and chickadee, as they compose
 endless supplications from matins
 to vespers, a bold exhortation
 of praise cloistered in the mossy
 arms of the trees. Light be!






     ~~~

Friday, March 1, 2013

Laura Stamps Speaks Words Only True Poets Can...

English: Pussy willow from Turku Finland. Suom...
English: Pussy willow from Turku Finland. Suomi: Pajunkissa Turusta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cats, Daffodils & Dragonflies: 

Mystical Nature Poems 

(1987-2005)



By Laura Stamps


Opening my door every morning allows me to see the beauty of my surroundings on 13 acres of woodland and the site of my cabin...A Pussy Willow Tree sits outside my door, one that I planted almost as soon as I moved in. I've added a bird feeder and enjoy watching the birds be smarter and faster than my cats. The Red Birds enjoy the dry cat food, so, I share that too, while my cats eat on my front porch...

I know you're thinking--so what? What does this have to do with your review of a book...

How Cool! I Coulda Been a Contender?!!!
Laura Stamps writes what I see through my eyes, but cannot put into words! I don't  think I knew what a soul mate was before I read this book, for surely her words complements the images I see as, for instance, that one pussy willow changes during our seasons...If this is not the meaning of soul mate, I don't know what it would be...

And, of course, the primary reason I bought the book was that she loves cats! In fact, her 2005 her poetry book "The Year of the Cat" was nominated for the "Pulitzer Prize." And it's included in this collection. How cool is that?!

Normally, I have found that poetry collections are rather short, but not this one! And the formatting into an ebook is not the greatest just because of the nature of presentation of poetry--actually, I would love to see this book out as a coffee-table creation with photos to match her words...I know many cat lovers and nature lovers like me would have it prominently displayed in our homes...



BEAUTY


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
beauty.
~~~

For Laura Stamps is a true literary poet, who has been published worldwide in over 1000 magazines, so you may have already read her! But, you know what I did after I read the last page of the book? I moved it back to the beginning. I plan to use it as a daily reading to brighten my days...

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.
Having this book is just about the next best thing...

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...
The Jeweled Chant

of meadowlarks,
mockingbirds,
and blue jays lures the sun from
its ebony cave, and at daybreak,
as that fiery phoenix rises from
the ashes of night to lift its
lemon eyelid, spackling the
sky with light,
Poppy often appears,
crouched in crabgrass or clinging
to the low branches of a tree.
Her tongue craves the ivory peaks
of yogurt almost as much as her
mother, who taps Poppy's head
whenever the kitten attempts to
lap the milky treasure from both
bowls. Each stray has gained
weight after two weeks of regular
meals, and their coats gleam like
the gloss of new leaves. In
the evening Poppy rolls in the grass
beside her father, while he finishes
Stubs (The Stray Father who Found a Home!)
dinner, her plump belly thrashing
back and forth. Has a kitten ever
adored her parents as much as
this one? Watching Poppy, I pray
for her joyous spirit, that it will
always soar like the skylark, the
sapphire lake of her life unclouded
with gray, her days frisky with
grasshoppers and butterflies, her
nights a purring soliloquy of peace.
~~~

Let's face it, you either enjoy poetry or not. Me, I as a reader enjoy some but not all poetry. If you're in the latter category and liked the samples here, check more out online at Amazon or other sites that allow you to read samples...Personally, I loved Stamps' poetry...You may too... Dare I say a must-read for poetry lovers?!


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Laura Stamps work has been published in over a thousand magazines, literary journals, and anthologies worldwide. The recipient of a Pulitzer Prize nomination and seven Pushcart Award nominations, she is the author of more than 54 books.

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.

Email: laurastamps18@yahoo.com

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

A Touch of Poetry by Laura Stamps From Cats, Daffodils and Dragonflies...

American tree sparrow photographed in the DeSo...
American tree sparrow photographed in the DeSoto National Wildlife Refuge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



AFTER THE RAIN

   
What if one morning, 
when the coverlet of rain recedes
 and the sun offers its fiery feathers
 on the white altar of a gardenia, 
you were to discover
 that you are not what you seem to be? 
  What if you were to believe
 deep in your heart that you are

a spirit, 
divinely dressed in a cloak of humanity, 
here on earth
 for seventy or eighty years
 to bless everyone you meet
 with heavenly love?  
 What if this were your only intention, 
simple and true?
   O how the meadowlark, 
cardinal, and field sparrow 
would play the blue lute of the sky.  
 O how your life would change.

~~~

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Daffodils.jpg

Review Coming Soon!
Cats, Daffodils and Dragonflies
By Laura Stamps


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