Those are the titles of two fantastic poetry collections, the first of which has been compiled by my esteemed colleague in the writing profession, upstart poet and novelist Adam Estela. Ladies, try to keep your distance from him, I know he's quite gorgeous to look and and that his poetry is quite catching and romantic, but let's be honest here: I'm not half bad either. On to more serious matters, though. Adam's collection will be available in an easy-to-read E-Book format within the next few days, as will my own collection of poems, The Funeral of Reason. Not sure what to get a poetry enthusiast for the holidays? Pick up one, or even both of these volumes for under $10 each. It's really a steal, considering the quality of Mister Estela's writing. The Funeral of Reason will be available for a modest $1.50 until December 19, at which point you'll have to pay the full price of $4.50 to enjoy the collection.
In fact, I think I'll treat everyone to an excerpt from Funeral, just to whet the appetite. This piece is called "The Colossus"
The vein of ivy stretches,
Strives skyward,
Curls around my stony fingers,
Encasing the marble digits as years
Blooming flowers in my palm as it snakes up
Up-
Up-
Toward my neck.
Like a gentle, subtle garrote.
But what lungs?
What liquids do I possess?
A stone of a man am I.
An emotionless facsimile of the truth.
Yet blessed still
With the faculties to appreciate beauty.
The beauty of the life that courses through the little white veins.
I dare not move.
Surely should I, the life of this poor plant,
This tesoro naturale,
Would be stripped from the world
Long before its time.
I stand still.
A stone of a man.
With just enough of a soul to be love.
But unmoving.
Immune to reciprocation.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is all.
This is Rosenbloom, signing off.
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