I picked up this book of poetry by a Vancouver writer, Senka Kovacevic, and can’t shake this poem from my head:

Where the Sun Reposes

When you are far
Oh when you are far
You guide my attention like a star
You are at the place where the sun reposes
All bathed in gold and clouds tinted of roses

But if I crossed this ocean
I’d shake off this potion
And again in the distance see my beautiful devotion

Again this Midas glow is out of reach
A happy movie with muted speech

Again I reach the horizon and the sun has moved
And that distance is flattering is all that I’ve proved

It’s rare for me to pick up a book of poetry and actually buy it.  I seldom even get too into reading poems – often they’re so convoluted and twisted in disguise that it’s a chore to read.  I like these poems because I know exactly what the author is talking about in how it relates to my own experience, but she doesn’t sacrifice her power of articulation by establishing an obvious connection with her reader.

Wishing Well is another stand out:

You are my wishing well
My most precious coins you have swallowed
Those hopes have sunk to the littered floor
My pockets are hollowed

When your currency is faith and trust
Your pocket is inside your chest
And when it’s empty, your eyes with tears are filled
Which spill into the well and increase the depth

And now there is a greater distance
To dive to reach those abandoned wishes
I only hope that I can hold my breath
Long enough to save those future kisses

Tulip Press, find it!