I have a tortured relationship with poetry. I write it myself (usually not well enough to share) and I like the idea of reading other poems, but when I do I'm often left frustrated and lost, wondering why the heck I have no idea what it meant. Am I a complete idiot? Or just not inside that poet's head at that precise moment? Regardless, when I do find a gem that puts every word I wish I wrote in a row, it stays with me forever.
A few weeks ago I was sent a review copy of 'Dear Heart: 150 NZ Love Poems' and although it is full of beautiful poems, there is one that has been rattling around in my head ever since.
Wild Daisies by Bub Bridger
If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or carnations
Or roses
No florist's bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
Wild daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at
Wouldn't we all like a wild daisy kind of love?
Dear Heart is out today, and I have two copies to give away if you're interested? Even the cover is a thing of beauty, each letter of 'Dear Heart' has been painted by a different kiwi artist (can you spot the Frizzell?) and this would make a great gift for a bride-to-be. If you want one, leave a comment on this page and I'll announce the lucky Beaunz belles after Easter.
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6 comments:
I so need this book! I'm getting married in November. Pretty please!
I didn't know there were that many poets in NZ. Any Sam Hunt in there?
My mum would like this and I'm to broke to buy her a mothers day present. I'm anon in case she is reading this ha ha
Hi Julia, watch this space! Lots of lovely readings in here...x
Anon - yes, a moving poem about a father, his wife and their son written by Sam.
Anon 2 - great Mother's day fodder!
Keep the comments coming...
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By the way - anons make it tricky to allocate the prizes, even if you just leave your name, thx
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