On this wintry Tuesday morning, I find myself pausing to stare out into the dark portal of my backyard window, while my fingers hover over the keyboard to conjure an appropriate review for this poetic masterpiece. I’m no poet, so below you’ll find my best attempt. I hope it will inspire you to read this, and other works by Gabriela, and experience them for yourself.
I was unable to find a synopsis, but this is a book of poetry, after all. Instead, I’m posting the Foreword:
Gabriela is the type of poet Robert Graves had in mind when he referred to being a poet as a condition- rather than a profession. During my correspondence with Milton, it became clear that the lush scenes and stories were not invented as much as they were unleashed. They came from a mind always teeming with ideas, anticipating these moments of expression when the stuff of thought finds its form in lines, rhythm and stanzas.
As Milton said in an interview, “The days in which I cannot write, I have to compartmentalize my brain and my soul, and then bury my fantasies . . . It’s as if I must exorcise my alter ego.”
Yes, Gabriela Marie Milton is a poet of condition.
Her poetry also takes on a cosmopolitan character, introducing the reader to diverse, sometimes fantastical, spaces. In some of these spaces, I cannot help but see fragments of her life flickering by – of being raised in Europe or of her extensive travels before and after settling in the United States. But in all this movement, we’re greeted by a common theme: the universality and borderlessness of love and passion. This is where her collection truly shines and this is where her poetry must be experienced rather than explained.
Foreword written by: Brian Geiger
Editor of Vita Brevis Press
I’m one that habitually looks for hidden meanings in descriptions and words. This is where I had to adapt this thinking and do what Brian Geiger has suggested, “to experience rather than explain.”
Once absolved of these tendencies, I was able to fully immerse into the abstract, yet well-mastered palette of imagery, orchestrated by this gifted poet. Here is just one example:
an island shimmers on the Nordic Sea
your eyes are madness and pale blue
under your fingers the piano
ennobles pain and makes the snow to fall
play the melancholy of winter
white adulterated by a frozen mauve
I’ll make the bed and walk in silence
to the place of roses and cinnamon
don’t follow me
remain and play under the blues of winter
the scented mystery of all the women
who never knew
the fires hidden
in the glaciers of your soul
I highly recommend this book for anyone who savors astral projection to wolf moonlit plains and sun ripened vines of tomatoes bursting with the flavors of scintillating verse.
Please note that I only post reviews on books I deem four or five stars. Life is short and if I don’t like a book, I simply won’t finish it.
Gabriela Marie Milton is an Amazon bestselling poet and an internationally published author. She is the author of the #1 best-selling poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose, and the author of Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings. Gabriela is also the editor of MasicadoresUSA. Her poetry and short prose have appeared in various magazines and anthologies. Under the pen name Gabriela M she was awarded 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords Press (NYC). Her piece “If I say I love you” was nominated for 2020 Spillwords Press Publication of the Year (Poetic). On July 6, 2021, Gabriela was featured in New York Glamour Magazine.
There’s no shortage of talent here on the blogosphere, and that goes for some amazing poets, too. Heck, you’re all amazing! That’s why I’ve chosen this theme for my first ever attempt at Concrete Poetry.
I mean every word and I wish you all the best this season and onwards into the New Year!
A toast to all of you, my dearest friends
From near and far, to all four earth’s ends
Pinotage on the heights of the Drakensberg
Beck’s sipped near the Pegnitz in Nuremberg
Be it wine, water, whiskey; just raise your glass
I admire each one, because you are all first class
May trouble nor fear lay you low, with nary a snare
All dreams and ambitions be realized without a care
Please toast towards Canada and I’ll hoist mine back
Life spare you lemons and misfortune cut you slack
I wish every blessing, joy, and great thing for you
This past week, I went for a short hike to a local park and was treated to the sight of our resident heron. This persistent and resilient hunter is a frequent guest at the base of the falls. It’s patience and skill never fails to impress me. I mean, that water is freezing! Not to mention the current and slippery rocks, but that sucker will defy it all and win its dinner.
To show my respect, I’ve crafted a short poem about what I’ve learn from this winged wonder.
Standfast against life’s undertows
its frigid currents froth with rabid circumstance
eroding some foundations
burying dreams with oozing muck
Cement your grip against the blows
ignore the quips and bites of those afraid to dance
I can say with great confidence that we’re all weary of COVID and the toll it has taken on so many areas of life.
Yesterday, in spite of everything, in spite of a young girl’s fear that the celebration of her eleventh birthday would be confined to the virtual world, a small family gathering took place at our home. Social distancing was respected, and my beautiful daughter had a chance to safely bask in the love of her three-dimensional family. However, physical touch outside of immediate family was a no-go.
I composed a short poem to reflect on what has been the experiences of so many.
They came! Pure joy, bright smile, Grandma! Grandpa!
Air hug, squeeze tight, baby girl, please stay safe!