Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poetry review - Love Dark and Frozen by Edward Averill



The information age is in full bloom yet it is as hard as it has ever been to figure out what it  all means. Our perceptions are automated and limitless but we ourselves are not, our horizons are seemingly infinite, the time to  linger upon them  all too brief.

Death is a ruthless hunter and human experience is stalked by loss and the memory and anticipation of it. Who has not  grieved for a loved one? And in grieving for them, secretly and  simultaneously grieved for ourselves? 

Edward Averill`s new volume of poetry Love Dark and Frozen is an exploration of the author`s loss and grief after, in his own words ...the wonderful lady I had fallen in love with died...

Sabine Sklar passed away from Type 1 diabetes in October 2003. Love Dark and Frozen is a collection of poems dating from then to 2009,  recording  one person`s struggle with great loss.

Night falls inside behind my eyes
I`m drowning in the tears (Nightfall)

and

I  wait here alone, and happy
Or should I say, at least quiet
Inflicting my pain on as few as I can, love being what it is (Endings)

Rhythmic repetitions underscore the unremitting nature of feelings of loss and the bewildering monotony of grief. The writer exposes his inner grief with forensic precision. Not a word of his poetry seems misplaced, and anyone who  has suffered loss will recognize the emotions revealed in the disarmingly uncomplicated phrasing. 

If it were not for poets as brave as Edward Averill we would have little hope of sharing and understanding those emotions we all experience but seldom share.

If I were a better writer I could better convey the strength of this slim yet heavyweight collection of poems. Luckily, Love Dark and Frozen is a 99 cent download from Amazon Dot Com for the many flavours of the Kindle multiplatform, so it is easy, and inexpensive,  to check out for yourself. 

Love Dark and Frozen is available now from the Amazon online bookstore.

1 comment:

  1. Writing or reading poetry can be a salvation (of sorts)or comfort.

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