Through the wonderful online magaine Synchronized Chaos (synchchaos.com) I received the book "Ardor" by Janine Canan to review. The following is my experience with reading Janine Canans poems, and as you will discover I very much recommend looking in to Janines work if you're even just a bit interested in poetry. Please enjoy!

Janine Canans book "Ardor" is a beautiful and fantastic collection of ponderous poems with lots of things to think about,  swirled together with a delightful, yet skillful, composition of words arousing a wonderful sense of, as titled, ardor when read. 

Janine Canans poems argues natures needs, longings and pains and explores the spiritual side of womens history and legacy. Several Gods of exotic nature are mentioned throughout the book and lovingly sewn into the poems, serving as steppingstones towards the true meaning of each of the masterfully crafted stanzas. The poems awake a sense of wonder and mysterious curiosity within the reader as they are read, and one can not help but to feel wiser after reading the book "Ardor". 

I feel truly blessed to have had the privelige to review such a wonderful, skillful, joyful and wise book of true ardor.

Read more about Janine Canan and her work at http://www.janinecanan.com/

Cabin in my heart

The Windows were so dirty
The sun didn't hurt my eyes
The tears I felt a'coming
Couldn't finish my pain's demise
The wispy leafs on the dying tree
Didn't bother to stay belonging
My heartthrobs nocturnal neediness
Was never ready for the morning

I stole a glance of the horizon
The dreary task of day
Yet nigh seems the end of reason
And with it my dismay

Cosmos thoughts

I want to be one with the cosmos
I want to know the rules
I want to be
Someone who can see
The miracles between us

I want the Universe
Under my skin and bones
I want the Stars
In my arms
Relieved of this curse

May the evanescence
Of my being
Be the beginning of something great
May my lack of insight
Be knowledge to other's hindsight

And may I be one with the cosmos

Circle of misery

We need to be heard
But why can't we listen?
We need to be seen
Yet stay reluctant to see

By our urge to be best
We have no mercy for the weak
With our stolen dreams
We have devoured hope
We have slept with Pandora
We have foretold and discarded our happy ending
...
We have fulfilled the circle of misery

Livets dans

Livet leger let med gårsdagens skrubler
nogengange så hurtigt at det snubler
livet laver lagkage med kærlighed og had
serverer det sammen med mit hovede på et sølvfad

Hungry heart

I realize now
- after devouring several potential mates -
that I am not, though anticipated, a fool of love

I simply have a hungry heart
I cannot satisfy my hungry heart
I'll die with a hungry, hungry heart.

Location:In the art of subconscious illusion

Solrig forårsdag

Hvor er det fedt, at være ubesværet
Jeg må sige, at jeg ligefrem er helt beæret
Se mig verden! Jeg er single og fri!
Helt uden brug for kæreste-empiri
Ha, siger jeg bare, hverken ensom eller ked
- jeg er da bare min helt egen store kærlighed!