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From this Side of the Picture Window
Poetry by Patricia E. DeJong
40 Poems ~ 76 pages
Price: $15.00
Publisher: Praying Mantis Press
ISBN #: 9798884563629
To Order: Amazon
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Among the delightful benefits derived from reading the work of gifted poets is their ability to make ordinary things extraordinary. From this Side of the Picture Window, by Patricia E. DeJong, is just such a collection. Ordinary things lay ensconced in titles like “Milkweed,” “Skipping Pennies,” “The Rains Will Come,” and “A Breath in the Wind.” Extraordinary things emerge by virtue of DeJong’s unique writing style. This one’s a keeper folks.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
A poetic tour-de-force which treats the reader to delightfully unique introspective insights into the gamut of human emotions.
–Jill Lapin-Zell, author of Vanishing Into Life
In Patricia E. DeJong’s second poetry collection, she writes, “I see / The world in words.” Though it’s a world fraught with darkness and disappointments, the musicality of her words gives topics a subtle sweetness, “like chocolate mousse after / a lifetime of pudding.” Read DeJong’s book aloud to enjoy not only this word-crafter’s depth of thought, but also her gift of pleasing sounds.
–Kathy Lohrum Cotton, author of Aligned with the sky
The language is reason enough to read From this Side of the Picture Window–DeJong’s word choices, her unexpected pairings, and her exquisite phrasings wake us from sleep to turn another page.
–Vickie Cox, author of Dancing with a one-handed typist: a Waltz of Words.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Patricia E. DeJong, born in Indiana, raised in Illinois, currently lives in Machesney Park, near Rockford, IL. She is a wife, mother of three, and a retired Registered Nurse. She lives a quiet life in a quiet village enjoying her passion for reading and writing poetry.
FROM THE BOOK:
The Hummer Bar
by Patricia E. DeJong
the hummer swings
on the bar of the feeder
her pearl throated
necklace shimmers
she stays a while
drinking ‘til she is loaded
she realizes she is late
shakes her tail like a flapper
as if it is 1920
and not the 2020’s
she buzzes like a bee
right over me
stops and hovers at the
door window as payment
It’s on the house
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