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Category: Spiritual Impressions
Book Giveaway
❣️BOOK GIVE AWAY!!!❣️
❣️Dear Friends, We are giving away a hardcover copy of Janavi’s beautiful book of poetry and photography to draw attention to the fundraiser. She is seriously ill and needs your help. To enter please give a donation of any amount or if you are unable, please share this post with as many friends as you can.
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❣️After you’ve donated or shared please click this link to enter. You’ll be asked to watch a book trailer with a review by Catherine Schweig and poem read by Janavi Held
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Thank you friends❣️ We are grateful for your help
Review by Anita Neilson
Letters to My Oldest Friend
by Janavi Held (Goodreads Author)
Anita Neilson‘s review
Nov 04, 2017
This is simply glorious. The words flow gently across the page in a waterfall of despair and hope, grief and faith, pain and joy. Together with beautifully crafted photographs of the natural world, it is a wonderful, precious undertaking. The poems will resonate strongly with anyone afflicted by a chronic illness or spiritual malaise. Quite breathtakingly haunting in their longing for God. The pull between enjoying the delights of this Earth and the soul crying for greater meaning is much in evidence. For example, in the poem “Eternity”, the poet says, “in this world of change I am longing for You yet I am drawn again and again to the shiny fortunes of this shallow world.” This reduced me to tears, so near was it to my experience of life. These are the sweetest, most poetic, most haunting of verses, to be savoured again and again. Buy a copy and keep it close to you, so that each time you feel sorry for yourself, or angry at someone (even God), open it and read a verse or two. Your spirits will be lifted!
Memory
I’ve walked so far
and gotten nowhere.
I contain endless memories
yet I own nothing.
My heart knows
the falling out
the falling down
the falling away
it remembers breaking
and dreams of ascending
and the endless labors
which daily life is famous for.
Titanic, lying memories
forfeiting time
lay in shards
at my feet.
My eyes clarify
without the nescience
of those terrestrial daydreams
and an ancient aria
I forgot to look for
shouts louder now
from the inside
of my temporary heart.
Janavi Held © 2017
The ePub of my book is now available:
https://itunes.apple.com/…/letters-to-my-olde…/id1273048675…
Softcover & Hardcover available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Letters-Oldest-Friend-J…/…/0986240338
Time Unhinged
Video with spoken poetry below
Time Unhinged
Dreamt of exterminated images,
and forgotten doubts,
of unhinged time
with the hollow
of silent bones
thundering
in the wake of restless flowers.
Blinded by
a vigilant morning
I enter the mists of loneliness
seeking laughter and daydreams
(to counter the emptiness)
too long for counting
these days
press down
on my chest
cementing the architecture
of my sad inheritance.
I establish hope
burying her under
the obliging tree
in my back yard.
Letters to My Oldest Friend 