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Poems on general subjects, where at their worst are loosely put together with cliche phrases, though with a memorable line here and there.

Synopsis

'Do yourself a favour: buy this, curl up in your favourite chair and read it, knowing you will come away refreshed.'

Life is a complex thing. As social beings, we live side by side, sometimes in not so harmonious circumstances. This book celebrates love and tackling the challenges we face as humans. Control is not always ours.

Keep learning.
Keep growing.
Be yourself.
Do your best.

Life is complicated, yet very simple.

'These poems are layered and more formal -- with an air of William Blake or even Christina Rosetti -- but without pretension or anachronism. They still have the Lawson touch.'

'Lily Lawson has this way of making me weep.
And dance.
And understand myself a little better.
And understand others, perhaps, a little better too.'

To start off, the title is somewhat arbitrary as it is inspired by her Instagram handle and not the poems themselves. The phenomenon and emotions she ties to the color are introduced before the Contents and end with the phrase: I am Red. Are we supposed to read the poems that follow from Red’s point of view?


Unfortunately, most of the poems are filled with simple messages that we can find in holiday cards or have heard countless times. Add to this the loose composition or overall abstractness of what is being said, leading the reader feeling on the whole unaffected. It appears to me poets pick a topic, then write the first things that come to mind, cutting lines into cliche messages. “Recipe for Life” is a quintessential example. Never do poems like these feel derived from a notable experience, but from recurring thoughts that make up the daily chatter that fills our minds.


A poem titled “Complexities of Human Existence” has its work cut out for itself. All we receive is different action verbs. Four of the lines in this poem contain synonyms, and the last “changing, developing, becoming” is the most redundant. Such a wide topic in so little space requires the technical concentration and philosophical depth of a haiku.


“Game Over” has the most passionate lines in the collection, and “Isolation” contains a bit of “trauma-dumping”. Such poems are so common these days as to be over-sentimentalized.


“Hate vs Love” is the strongest poem in the collection. It could leave deeper impressions on the reader if figures were involved. Instead we have the abstract emotions itself. I enjoyed the repeating “p” sound in “powerful punch poisoning” as an attempt to replicate that ongoing bruised feeling when hateful words hit our heart. And following this, “wasting weighty words” is an excellent way to display exhaustion, as the mouth quickly gets tired of forming the “w” sound. Another favorite line of mine is “History is buried deep within me” in “The Vault”.


Some of these poems could have been combined and made stronger, such as "Awakening" and "Sunrise"; refined for a stronger impression, such as "After William"; or cut out entirely, as the theme had been explored in a different poem within the same collection, such as "No Surrender".

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Hi. My name is Nicholas Jaramillo. I am a writer/poet. Criticism is a fundamental part of literature and reviews have an important role to play. My goal is to write reviews that are attuned to the common reader, and makes them interested in picking up the book.

Synopsis

'Do yourself a favour: buy this, curl up in your favourite chair and read it, knowing you will come away refreshed.'

Life is a complex thing. As social beings, we live side by side, sometimes in not so harmonious circumstances. This book celebrates love and tackling the challenges we face as humans. Control is not always ours.

Keep learning.
Keep growing.
Be yourself.
Do your best.

Life is complicated, yet very simple.

'These poems are layered and more formal -- with an air of William Blake or even Christina Rosetti -- but without pretension or anachronism. They still have the Lawson touch.'

'Lily Lawson has this way of making me weep.
And dance.
And understand myself a little better.
And understand others, perhaps, a little better too.'

Parenting

Love was looking for their children.

 

Kindness was helping people.

Compassion was listening.

Understanding was mediating.

Faith was encouraging.

Hope was sharing joy.


Love stopped looking for their children;

they were out in the world making a difference,

as Love taught them.

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Lily LawsonThank you for your review, I appreciate all feedback. There is always room for me to grow as a writer and honest critiques help me to do that. This is a poem from My Father's Daughter that I feel expresses my opinion on this. AUTOPSY       I need my words ripped and torn to shreds, to have each remark examined and questioned, under the microscope, if time allows.   To test myself against whatever standards you will set or use, to see if I can meet them or by some chance overcome, or try again.    I want to evoke some feeling in you, that you maybe have no language to express, yet you must try.   I want to touch you, not with my hands, but with my words. To give rise to old thought or even to create new, that you may be changed.   If, as time moves on, the words that I have shared remain with you, and call you back to read them once again my work is done.   Copyright © 2020 Lily Lawson  
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About the author

Lily Lawson is a poet and writer who has self-published three poetry collections; My Father’s Daughter, A Taste of What’s to Come and Rainbow’s Red Poetry Book. She has had poetry, short stories and creative non-fiction published in anthologies and online. view profile

Published on June 06, 2022

3000 words

Genre:Poetry

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