Loved it! 😍

If you are looking to be moved, look no further than this collection.

Synopsis

This newest collection of poetry by multi-award winning poet Robert A. Cozzi is filled with as many wonderful aspects as the kaleidoscope is color and shapes. Each poem will take you on a different path, whether it be vulnerability, loss, love, friendships, or powerful memories. All of these messages converge to create a beautiful representation of the human experience. Allow this collection to take you on an adventure where you will discover new stories that are reflected in your own life.

Kaleidoscope of Colors is not a poetic masterpiece. Cozzi's poems are not written with the deep introspection or eloquence of [insert favorite poet here] but the collection is heart-warming and moving in its own poeticism. In fact, the works I found most moving weren't standard poems at all. They were the intermittent stories that he so graciously shares between them.


He's unashamedly personal (a la "Robert and Jerome" and "Dog Tag"), grappling with issues we all experience in our own lives ("I'll Never Be Enough" and "My Back Door"), and shares observations of lives seemingly not his own ("Ed and Gabby" and "Returning Soldier"). By the end of the collection, I felt that I had gotten to know Robert Cozzi on at a deeply intimate level. Few writers are capable of establishing such a connection with their readers but this is what I believe allowed him to offer such a carefully curated collection that any reader can find inspiration in.


There's a continuous balance between melancholy and hope that Cozzi expresses through the imagery of "Mystery" and simplicity of "Distance", among others. You may not be moved deeply, but you will be moved. Perhaps you will find your center, your healing, your inner beauty, your eureka, your "Elusive Missing Piece", your whatever you need. It is as if he is telling the reader to "Take me strapped upon your back / And I will follow and help you / Reach your dreams."


Through works like "Julian", he tells his own stories while offering life lessons and insights. What the reader does with them is not his business but his vision is not lost. Each poem subtly tells the reader to go out and make a better world for us all - a little at a time. I hope this was part of his reason for publishing.

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Hey there! I'm a senior university student in Boulder, Colorado. I've had a variety of cultural influences in my life - particularly with language - and have found reading to be a great way to remind myself of the lives and stories that have made me who I am today.

Synopsis

This newest collection of poetry by multi-award winning poet Robert A. Cozzi is filled with as many wonderful aspects as the kaleidoscope is color and shapes. Each poem will take you on a different path, whether it be vulnerability, loss, love, friendships, or powerful memories. All of these messages converge to create a beautiful representation of the human experience. Allow this collection to take you on an adventure where you will discover new stories that are reflected in your own life.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Why must we always feel the need to explain emotions … even good ones? If one is smiling then someone will undoubtedly ask, "What are you so happy about?" And likewise if you shed tears then someone will ask, "What is wrong?" It is like the norm is to have that dead pan straight line look of utter boredom and apathy to be left alone. You have to maintain a subway passenger face.

Emotions are tricky devils aren't they? They mess you up. They interfere with normal day to day activities. They cloud your reason. They delude your thinking. I have always been full of exaggerated and sometimes deep emotion. Everything is urgent, powerful, and dramatic! I wonder if that is the price to pay for having a creative and imaginative mind that never stops. Either way, I wouldn’t change a thing. I like these parts of me.

The dark side of emotions can be difficult, but as Stevie Nicks says, “You have to survive the nightmare to get to the dream” And I think she would know.

It is part of life to suffer. Everyone does it. Pain is the great equalizer for us all. People feel it in different ways ... express it in even more of a variety of ways. There is no right way to do it although some will tell you differently.

Sometimes pain is a wake-up call. Sometimes it sets about change that otherwise wouldn't happen. Sometimes the pain tells us to listen, to be quiet, and to find ourselves again in the stillness. And sometimes pain is to be shared with a fellow traveler on a crossed path, which is one of the reasons I write.

It is all a part of the human experience.

 

Thank you for purchasing my book, “kaleidoscope of colors.” I hope you enjoy reading my words.

 

Robert A. Cozzi




KALEIDOSCOPE COLORS

 

His desires

Of kaleidoscope colors

Rise to meet

The rainbow of common truth 

 


JUMPING OFF THE SHELF


The steps in front of you

Used to lead right back

To the same old promises

You kept on the shelf

 

But this journey launches a new beginning

Unlike the missteps before

Because this time

Each step leads to

An open door


 MY UTOPIA


Searching out

Trying to find another to fill a void

And then

When found

We shower each other with

Love

 

And once deep commitments are made

It allows two people

To move as one

Merging

Until

If one bleeds

The other soul hurts too

 

This is my dream

 


THE STREET ARTIST

 

The spray paint spills

Crimson and cobalt onto the wall

Complexities shown in demanding lines, angles, and zigzags

Begging to capture

Someone’s eye


TWIN FLAMES

 

The complexity

And simplicity of our frequency

Is astounding

Measuring heartbeats in minutes

Within a moment

We are two in separate lives

Living out separate moments

But still we roam

Back to one another 

 


DROWNING IN WORDS

 

When the words come

Everything else

Disappears

The suffocating room

Fills with air

And intense emotions

Overflow

Flooding everything

Until I am drowning

In words


THE WALK

 

The late September sunlight

Swims into our daydreams

As we walk together

On a quiet path

Covered with

The first fallen

Red and orange leaves of autumn

 

Branches crackle beneath our feet

Our destination is unknown

 

Silence ensues

And no words are spoken

 

Occasionally

 


We catch each other’s eye

And smile

 

I love how we don’t even have to talk

To enjoy each other’s company

We both chuckle

When our silence is interrupted

By the high school marching band playing up ahead

Their musical echo fills the neighborhood

And keeps us company

As we make the turn for home


PRIVATE PERFORMANCE

 

My spirits lift

When I hear the intro

And imagine the artist

Raising their instrument

And playing

           Just for me …


MYSTERY

 

The table lies as it was left this morning

Oatmeal becoming stale in its white bowl

The spoons fogged with the residue of food and breath

The chairs pushed haphazardly out at angles

 

The green sneakers still lie by the door

 Laces untied and one tipped to the left side

As if someone was just about to pull them on

 

The pages of a book flutter in the stale air

Until even the back cover flops over with a thud

Losing the place of the person whom was surely

About to return and softly flip its pages


Where is the life that once held this place in its lively and determined grip?


ROBERT AND JEROME

 

Our friendship

Was the most beautiful surprise

Because in the beginning

We were anything but friends

 

But as the time passed

We began to understand one another more

And an artistic bond was born

The kind that is so hard to find

 

Now that the days we had are gone

I live in silence every morning

Since you died

Because my days always began

With our morning conversations


Turning slowly

And looking down at my paper

There are no words

I can write

That can save me

Because I am broken

And I’m pissed …

 

No more laughing with you

No more pictures or drawings of yours to see

No more deep conversations

No more mutual inspiration

 

But if you were here now

You would tell me,

“Open your eyes, Robert and let go of the anger.

Be the man I once knew.

And keep writing, creating and loving.”

 

So here I am

Writing …

Living the life of an artist

The very lifestyle that saved us both

 

I miss you every day

And hope that one day

We can meet again …


CAST OFF

 

The cellophane personality

Of a disloyal lover

Puts his thoughts

In disarray

But with precise

Dictation

Their words are spoken

Declaring each their stance

Leaving his illusion

Of love

Broken

And his heart

Cast off

As bait

In shark infested waters


SCREAMING HEART

 

I wonder if you can feel

The heart that screams out your name

In the middle of the night

From the outside edge

Of your dreams …

About the author

Robert A. Cozzi was raised in Westfield, New Jersey and educated at James Madison University and New York University, Robert has maintained a daily journal since he was in the ninth grade, where a favored teacher, Mr. Paul Kocum encouraged his writing. view profile

Published on January 30, 2019

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Genre: Poetry

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