Iris Green• Show poetry

I feel like I should first explain that Iris Green is not the appropriate nomenclature that belongs to the author of the works you’re about to read.  She in fact is a complex part of the personality of a manic-depressive, obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive girl hiding behind the enigma of a writing genius.  Or, if you’d like it in layman’s terms – I have a pen name.  Iris Green is my pen name.  In reality I am simply the plain jane Amy, or Amester, or Ames, or any other nickname that is uselessly longer than its source of origin.

Introduction.  Done.

And now for something completely different …

My writings are still as they were described in the school newspaper some odd unmentionable years ago – “raw and blunt.”  I do, as I was quoted in there, write “about life how I see it.”  In truth, I don’t simply just sit down at a desk and say, “I’m going to write a poem now.”  I write when the mood strikes me, and I have to start writing where it strikes me or I lose the momentum.  So, thanks to Aurora giving me the wonderful gift of bathtub crayons, I no longer waste an entire bottle of shower gel when this so-called “mood” does descend upon me.

Some of my works may be easier to stomach than others.  I find that some have trouble handling the straightforward view of death and reality I present.  But I only write from the experience of someone that has attended the funerals of one best friend and thirteen family members in the last three years.  This year has been particularly rough – four since the beginning of the year.  Which, the point of this was not for me to boohoo about having to attend a funeral on an almost monthly basis.  It’s more that when you have so much experience with death and loss, it affects you.  And undoubtedly it has forced me to question my own mortality and existence on this deteriorating planet.  So poetry with titles like “Pushing Up Daisies” and “Death in the Round” are not uncommon amongst my works.

Right, so whatever opinions you may be forming about my work and myself at this very moment aside – remember that none of my work is fluff.  Each poem has distinct origin in a life experience or a person.  Even the love poetry holds a source of inspiration and is not simply romantic prattle.

So please read and enjoy, and I invite you to critique me as much as you wish.  Remember that good poetry is on the same plane as beauty in that both are in the eye of the beholder, or the reader in this case.  And with all that said – BnL ROCKS!

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