Immortal Kisses: Confessions of a Poet

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Page Publishing Inc, Sep 11, 2014 - Juvenile Nonfiction - 216 pages

 What interests me? The mysterious character and many faces of living things and how it is possible to philosophize about them in a simple way in the form of poetry.


I write like a painter. I am an impressionist creating poetic pictures that suggest that the visual culminates in emotion, and the impressions of my emotional surroundings are poured like liquid over the pages of my poetry.


Eclectic in style, the “bones” of my poetry are shaped by an awareness of the interaction of trees, birds and flowers. I am in love with their quiet power and I cannot imagine life without them. The moon, the willow, the sea, and even the hidden violet have been my partners, and have dictated what I should write. I believe that while the bedrocks of nature are ever bearing, they remain as mysterious as the hidden springs of human desire that lead us all to listen for the sound of a certain step behind the garden wall.

Poetry and art bathe in the same light, and while the artist uses brush strokes, there is a common language between artist and writer. The expressions of the artist on canvas have always been inspirational to me. But the written page is my real obsession.  

 

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About the author (2014)

 Sadly, in 2008, my mother Mitzi Libsohn passed on, leaving as her legacy a gorgeous and eloquent collection of poetry which she had written over a thirty-five year period. Her ultimate desire was to have that poetry – her precious and cherished life’s work – published in book form. That was her dream. Regrettably, however, that was not to be. Overwhelmed by her loss and stricken by grief, I was determined to fulfill that dream – it became my grand obsession. I began the slow and painstaking process of lovingly arranging and editing her manuscript, persevering – never wavering in my devotion – for I was committed to the ideals of my mother. The result of that devotion is her book “Immortal Kisses - Confessions of a Poet,” completed in the way I believe she would have wanted. Now she has her dream - it has come true.


My mother will be greatly missed by all whose lives she touched – especially by me to whom she leaves a legacy of wisdom – careful advice – devotion – and much love of the deepest kind.  

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