I recently read an interview and a number of poems written by the poet Therese Broderick. She is a local poet who has been writing poetry for many years. Broderick recently wrote a new poetry book called At Aprils End. Broderick wrote this poem book in honor of her daughters 18 birthday. It was her gift to her daughter. All of the poems in At Aprils End are about her daughter and Broderick says; "Each of these 40 poems captures a moment from her infancy, childhood, or teenage years." So all the poems in the book represent a moment in her daughter’s life. I thought that this was a very touching gift and it is evident from reading the poems how much work she put into the poems. It really shows how much she care about her daughter. When you read the poems in At Aprils End it tells the life of her daughter. In the first poems of the book she writes about a baby (obviously her daughter) and as you continue to read the poems the girl she is talking about grows up. For example in the first poem Milk she says; "My nursing daughter –Little harp slung across breasts. We pluck to heartbeats." In the poem it is evident that she is talking about a very young child that needs to be breast fed but by her poem Home Game she says; "After their long hot struggle on Hoffman’s Field, our daughters’ soccer team has finally won." This shows how grown up she has gotten in a matter of poems. After reading some of her poems from At Aprils End and I have to say I rather enjoy it I like how she writes her poetry. All her poems seem to have a slightly different feels. In her interview Broderick explains; "I prefer to say that each poem is a unique combination of sonic performance, occasional verse, lyrical poetry, narrative, figures of speech, and sometimes of traditional form." This makes sense because all her poems seem to have a different feel. Over all I very much enjoyed Broderick's poetry and I cannot wait to meet her tomorrow.
Two Questions:
How has writing shaped your life?
Why did you decide to write poetry?
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