Memories in Technicolor

By Jerry Edwards

Poetry is the most expressive of the various forms of the written language. It allows one to describe events, experiences, people and emotions in an imaginative manner. The poems in this anthology illustrate the writer’s belief that the natural world and the emotions of the individual are interconnected. That the rhythm and imagination within the mind of the individual is inherent within the forces, the beauty of the physical world. The author believes that poetry, expressed in simplistic words can lift the heart, cause old romances to live again and transpose oneself into the natural world as a participant, not just an observer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685627782

Jerry Edwards

The surrealist poet, Jerry Edwards, lives in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona. His home is literally in the shadows of the Catalina Mountains. He describes himself as a 12-year-old boy, disguised as an 82-year-old grandfather. He’s also said that he’d once been a 12-year-old boy, disguised as a business executive. This anthology of poetry, Venus – A Point of Expression, is his second publication of poetry in as many years. His first book, Memories in Technicolor, was released in June 2023. A reader, critiquing his writing, commented that he was obviously, “a hopeless romantic”. Edwards pleads guilty to the description!

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About the Author

Author Jerry Edwards has been an avid reader of all of types of literature his entire life. As a businessperson, he was an accomplished executive in the field of retail Home Improvement. His love of the written word has been his passion. Throughout his lifetime, he has written short stories and poetry for his own enjoyment. At the age of 80, and encouraged by family members, he decided to publish a book of poetry. The 49 poems that he has selected for this book reflect his personal favorites. These poems illustrate experiences of life, coupled with the beauty and grandeur of the natural world.

Dedication

Thanks to the late, great, and unequaled poet Dylan Thomas, who has forever been my inspiration. There has never been or will ever be any verse remotely close to Fern Hill.

So, wherever you are, Dylan, I know that you’re writing feverishly, drinking like a fish, and smoking like a chimney … God bless.

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Jerry Edwards 2023

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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

Edwards, Jerry

Memories in Technicolor

ISBN 9781685627775 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781685627782 (ePub e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023908244

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First Published 2023

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Acknowledgment

No one except my immediate family has read my poetry, I want to thank them for their lack of negative criticism, although I’m sure it was certainly warrantied.

Thanks to my ninth grade English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, who praised my imagination and writing skills and was very lenient about my grammar, punctuation, and spelling skills. And thank you, Mrs. Johnson, for introducing me to Charles Dickens … his writing has given me great joy for many years.

My sincere thanks are due to the two lady librarians at the Hattiesburg, MS, Public Library, who set aside new books for me to read before they went on the shelves. You helped me become the literary junkie that I am. I wish that I could remember your names … no one has ever been kinder or more encouraging to me.

Rosita from Across the Tracks

I dreamed you again last night, Rosita

the wind was moving the scented black-black hair

across your face, the way I always remember it

your dark eyes were reflecting

the pale, golden light of the moon back to me

I opened your shirt, touching the gold cross

lying between your breasts

the sweet scent of milk remained

from you nursing your baby earlier

Te amo, Te amo you whispered across my mouth

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