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    Picture Frames A book of poetry
    Picture Frames A book of poetry
    Picture Frames A book of poetry
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    Picture Frames A book of poetry

    By Joseph Simmons

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    "Picture Frames" is a collection of poetic pictures, commentaries, conversations and statements, ordered to suggest narrative. "Picture Frames" may continue as a series of volumes, each a chapbook collection of poems. The structures and imagery of each picture/poem may pose contradictions or ambiguities to question perceptions, images or ideas, but each picture has its internal harmony and resonance. Each poem is a brush stroke contributing to the gallery.

    The collected poetry presents commentaries, conversations, questions and descriptions into a single work of art. Rhymed and free verse poems, experimental sentence structures and punctuation are all colors on the palette. Multiple readings of individual poems and the entirety will reveal interacting themes and imagery. The pictures connect and interrelate, their meanings resonate.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoseph Simmons
    Release dateSep 18, 2016
    ISBN9781370389926
    Picture Frames A book of poetry
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    Joseph Simmons

    Joseph Simmons began writing poetry at Canisius College, was published in campus papers,in "American Poetry Anthology" in 1985, and "The Best Poems and Poets of 2001." He ceased publishing his work while working for the federal government, to avoid any possible conflict of interest. “Picture Frames” features poems written over several years, each poem a picture or statement, placed in an order suggesting narrative. Some of his earlier works are posted at poetry.com, and have been published in "The Poetic Bond," volumes V and VI. "Picture Frames a book of poetry" is available on Smashwords, Amazon and Kindle. Mr. Simmons is seeking a publisher for the paperback version.

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      Book preview

      Picture Frames A book of poetry - Joseph Simmons

      Copyright © 2016 by Joseph J. Simmons

      All rights reserved

      Cover Design by Erika Housman

      Published by Whippet Press

      Ellicott City, Maryland

      www.whippetpress@gmail.com

      Contents

      Not So Much

      Amanita

      1914

      Foreign

      Two Sailors

      Again

      Amber

      Birds

      Approach

      Breakwall

      China Doll

      By the Sea

      Confusion

      For the Kids

      Content

      Contents

      Good or Bad

      Inner Soldier

      Constance

      The Drummer

      Erosion

      Merry-Go-Round

      If I Came

      The News

      Leaving

      Pages

      Singing

      Snow Seen From a Vu

      Waking

      Contents

      Hear Me

      Hidden Things

      Bubble

      Two Sides

      Lovely Lady

      The Moment

      Pictures of You

      Apology

      No Expectations

      Playing Field

      For Erika

      my vision.

      Chapter 1

      Not So Much

      I'm not so much,

      I won't ask your time:

      just a man

      who strings the lines.

      Don't make a fuss

      when I'm gone:

      there’ll be someone

      to carry on!

      I'm not the model

      post-industrial man,

      I doubt my style

      fits any plan.

      I've carved my life

      living any way,

      adapting to changes

      shocking every day.

      I'm not so much

      so I won't ask your time:

      just a man

      who strings the lines.

      Don't make a fuss

      about me when I'm gone:

      there'll be someone

      to carry on!

      I went to school,

      didn't know my way:

      broke many rules,

      blundered through days.

      I wonder why

      I acted that way:

      doesn't seem wise

      to only want to play.

      I'm not so much

      so I won't ask your time:

      just a man

      who strings the lines.

      Don't make a fuss

      about me when I'm gone:

      there'll be someone

      to carry on!

      You can meet me on corners,

      see me in streets.

      I can be next door,

      or anyone you meet.

      I hide behind smile

      and offered hand,

      you don't know why I'm here,

      do not have a plan!

      I'm not so much

      so I won't ask your time:

      just

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