Life is full of surprises and when I was asked by Peter Westin to review a book of poems he had written with his dear friend, Brenda Quin, this was another of them. He knows, as does Brenda, that I have been more than a little cynical on poetry that doesn’t rhyme. Thinking about his request, I surmised that this may have been the reason because, if I like it, then it must appeal to the masses.
So, a couple of evenings ago I read the little book of treasures called “That Still, Small Voice…” and I was immediately caught up in this wonderful world these two authors have captured between the pages. And what a world it is. I re-read the book and read it again. Peter didn’t say I could keep it but he won’t be getting it back, even if I have to buy it! Whatever the price, it will be good value. You must have gleaned that I do like the read.
I used the word ‘treasures’ and I did not write it down trivially. The ‘little’ book is full of gems. Nearly all are about life. Whether expressing one’s personal thoughts, or describing nature and illustrating with words the four classical elements, everything makes you think.
Brenda has many poems relating to incidents, places and people in her very rich past life. She is widely traveled and has an incredible memory for detail and imagery. Peter is almost prophetic in his poems and uses descriptive words I would never have thought of for the most common place things. I wish I had thought of them.
Some of the poems are long, keeping you on the edge of your toes with every line moving the plot in ever turning circles. Others are only three short lines but the words keep you thinking for a long time. One of these “Upon seeing a recognized face” says...
Suddenly my thoughts are gone, a pile of leaves in a wind.
A medium sized one called “Bounty” includes the lines…
Waves caress the coastline rocks, they ebb and flow as life within us.
One of the longer ones called “The voice of God” starts off…
Today, I heard the voice of God speaking softly to me inside the intricate and beautiful belly of a flower.
Included in the book is an additional poem by Kathleen Westin entitled “Autumn” and making the interesting observation…
Every animal, tree, and blade of grass knows the verge of transformation.
I hope, by just showing these few illustrations, it will want you to become Olive Twists and beg for more. You won’t be ‘bound for hell’ for asking. You will be well rewarded. I urge you to buy yourself a copy and your friends one or two, or ‘more’.
Colin (CG) Wilson is a professional writer and a Full Member of the Writers Guild of Great Britain.