In this post, I'll provide poetry samples from each book. In the next post, you'll get a peek inside Charles's writing process. Leave a comment on each blog post and you'll be entered into a special giveaway. I'm giving away my copy of STONES and Charles is giving away a copy of ILLUSIONS--autographed by himself and his illustrator--who just happens to be his son!
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Almost all of the poems in this collection are four lines or less. The description that came to my mind when I read them was "poetry snippets." As you read some of my favorites, consider the imagery and figurative language that Ghigna uses. (I wish I was teaching a creative writing class right now so I could use these as examples!)
Some of Charles' poems rhyme:
Around the summer house it stands
like rows of children holding hands.
But most don't:
The hot whip enters,
holding at the end
a fragrant man.
********Many of the poems make you look at something in a different way. Like this one:
CaviarSturgeon swim into the eye of liquid moon,
leave shining sleeves of self and salt,
hide upside-down from each new birth of sun
like bats without wings.
His poems can make you smile,
Again the crowd rises,
watches Gravity lift
her heavy skirt of down.
The Ballet of a Boxing Fan
A crushed program in his fist,
he moves in his ringside seat
at spotlight's gauzy edge
like a dancer with no legs.
Some poems are sad,
Stacks of old phone books
hide in the shadows like bound
Some are puzzles.
You weave words
in webs of fire.
You turn Truth
into a liar.
And many are philosophical:
Time, a runaway train,
races through the tunnel vision of our future
while we sit and stare at the mirrored windows
of our past.
The poems in Illusions are longer, but just as thought-provoking. Here is a sample, along with a few illustrations by Chip Ghigna, Charles' son.
I'm going on vacation in my mind
I'm going there to see what I might find.
If I'm not back by half-past eight,
Please don't stay. Please don't wait.
Please don't call. Please don't write.
I'm going, going out of sight.
Please don't cry and carry on.
I'm going, going, going--gone.
In the vastness of time and space
We ride this one little star
Never stopping to ponder our fate
Or how fragile and fleeting we are.
Like the baby who first
sees himself in the mirror
and thinks he has met a stranger,
we shuffle through the old photographs
searching for the one we used to be.
But no matter how many times we smiled,
no matter how many times
we combed our hair and acted coy,
no matter how many times
the camera made us small,
we can only guess the fate
of this smiling, young stranger
who once resembled us
this smiling, young stranger
we hold like a fortune, in our hands.
The last poem in this book is so beautiful, I had to include it.
We spend our lives
Lines that bind
To make us one.
|Chip and Charles Ghigna|
Celebrate National Poetry Month--buy a book of poems! And now that many of you are spending more time at home with your children--read them poems and help them develop a love for wordplay. Come back next week for an interview with Charles and more information about the giveaway. Remember, leave a comment on both blog posts and your name will be counted twice!