Thursday, April 6, 2023

MY NEW BOOK

My new book, Sunshine Has Its Limits is here! 




This collection of poems tells the story of a couple's journey, from the exhilaration of first attraction, through marriage and its daily rituals, to the final disenchantment. In the end, one partner accepts the other's estrangement and begins to triumph in self-awareness in this new world


Here are two of the poems from my book:


UNRULY ACCRUALS


The same month as the canister

vacuum cleaner dies, she claims

the refrigerator needs replacing.


His comeback is a mischievous grin

with "Does this marriage merit

a second generation of appliances?"


Her relaxed laugh and smile make plain

her disbelief that the usefulness of their

devices is what holds the two together.


Throughout those unruly accruals,

she can count on what persists,

their uncontrived delight in each other,


like some self-evident truth

that becomes its own affirmation.



        Lenny Lianne

        from Sunshine Has Its Limits (Kelsey Books, 2023)


NEITHER PERFECT NOR CONSTANT


Outside her window, a winter wind

batters bushes and leafless branches


of the silver oaks. In the sky,

the Little Dipper, that looked level


in autumn, appears on its side

as though knocked over, its contents gone.


                Who cares what's been lost,

                what's never our to keep?


she asks of no one

but the wordless universe


which, itself, is neither perfect

nor constant.                Like snow,


which overnight conceals

the hardened ground. Her world


it seems is changing clothes

and character. Each incidental


flake drops in the down-

draft, full of flight and fall,


while a chilly quietness grips the air,

like a familiar after shave. 


        Lenny Lianne

        from Sunshine Has Its Limits (Kelsay Books, 2023)





My book is available at


Kelsaybooks.com

    and

on Amazon.


 






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