About the Poems
by AnnMarie Eldon
Water(s), stone(s), pilgrimage-nature details, sand(s), ancient cures/plants: the language of rest or cure or discovery and hence need. The vocabulary of a science-theology meld. The twists and turns of moving from the sensate to the originary. How the words could be used as a landscape. How they are painted along for that – to unfold as if each step is new. Painting of the background/landscape as if the foreground dependent upon the unknowing eye encountering demi-expressions or almost surreal knowables as if the language invented for the voyage of discovery. Not knowing how each poem will resolve and knowing finally each poem by its own ends resolves but into nothing more resolute than the language somewhat clearing itself. The body parts becoming body. The main body of the poem as metaphor reversal. The real meaning the background/foreground tussle. The details always within each word-capsule somewhat unrefined as if like a stone/water juxtaposition. The main point of each being dug for as if intentionally buried. The work the reader must do to get irreconcilable the jumps from image to image. The hope. The heart unbroken by a step between categories. Read into each poem their 'aboutness' and walk through star, stem, flowbed journey for love's triumph in a minor to major key. Unlock mountains find teleology and purpose; to move from warn to warm in the micro to macro literalness of each symbol. Something akinly domestic from the universal. Promises, hope fulfilled as sure as form is natural, as sure as home is home, as sure as the eye encounters the next glint from drip, from star, from granite lure.