One of the essential pleasures of life is to travel. The poems in this book are comprised of that pleasure. Poet Jay Sizemore has had the luxury of seeing many beautiful parts of the world. In his travels to locations such as Jamaica, Iceland, Ireland, Amsterdam, and throughout the United States, he has always carried a notebook to jot down his thoughts inspired by the scenic natural beauty of the globe. This book collects the poems born of those scribblings into one slim volume. Feel what the poet feels standing with his ...
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One of the essential pleasures of life is to travel. The poems in this book are comprised of that pleasure. Poet Jay Sizemore has had the luxury of seeing many beautiful parts of the world. In his travels to locations such as Jamaica, Iceland, Ireland, Amsterdam, and throughout the United States, he has always carried a notebook to jot down his thoughts inspired by the scenic natural beauty of the globe. This book collects the poems born of those scribblings into one slim volume. Feel what the poet feels standing with his feet in the sea. Feel what the poet feels, with his eyes stung by polar winds threatening to topple him to the black sands of an Icelandic beach. Feel what the poet feels as he stumbles drunk down cobblestone paths older than all his dreams. Get this book and travel the world without ever having to leave your own home. Sample poem: I can't see the Northern Lights Here, there's the cricket crescendo of dusk, night like an opaque glass between my heart and the stars, really just smog and street lamps that buzz more than the whiskey in my guts. Isn't it romantic how the sun tries to kill us like some drunk vagrant swinging his fists in the air, but his rage is just another form of beauty, another form of light that dances in and out of existence, waves like music manifested as luminescent sheets in the sky, something so breathtaking it would take a lifetime to describe just that moment, that moment anchoring you to now, with an unseen battleship large as the moon, trying to pull you over the horizon. That's what I imagine it to be like, while I sit sipping my drink, hoping no one breaks into my house when I sleep and dream of driving North, my internal compass in constant spin.
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