Breaking Dawn

Some days I’m hard pressed to see hope or joy.I run tirelessly toward a goal only to discover it’s a decoyTrusted signposts and markers have only led to the edge of a cliffThe things I once thought were solid are filled with cracks and a riftCan anything be trusted or is it all just a ruthless, cruel shamWhere the lambs are led to the slaughter and no one really gives a damn

©2013 Regina Puckett (P)2013 Regina Puckett

Review: Breaking Dawn, by Regina Puckett

I listened to this collection via the audiobook format. I feel that the audio helped bring out the rhythm and rhyme of each poem, and with that, the words had even more power than they would simply on the page. Since poetry is as much about the audible experience as it is the visual/textual experience, this added to my enjoyment.

I’ve read another collection of Puckett’s not too long ago, and enjoyed that one as well, but Breaking Dawn has a little extra something in the subject matter of the poems, allowing me to sit back and enjoy each one that much more.

Only reason for the half-star drop was a line here or there that was just too wordy and/or long. In these instances the meter and flow was disrupted, taking me out of the poem momentarily. But it’s only a minor issue for me as a reader, easily going unnoticed at times.