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Drive-Through Window By Robert Moore<\/strong><\/p>\n

Barbara Bald\u2019s first collection of poetry, Drive-Through Window, is an invitation into the stories of personal relations the author has carved into verse. Her poems draw the reader\u2019s attention to her keen sense of people. \u00a0Her gift as a poet is to take a scene, a photograph, or personality and allow the reader to walk with her, to discover the story\u2019s unfolding and ending together. \u00a0Her poetry is brutally honest. <\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0Her experience working with adults in their declining years opens the door for the reader to face one\u2019s own declining years. In the poem \u201cWhat Matters\u201d, Barbara describes the scene of a nursing home, \u201cStand there face to face with your own vulnerability. Look into the mirror of your own demise\u2026 If you spend time there you will begin to see with softer eyes. You\u2019ll begin to realize it makes no difference that Brad slobbers his mashed potatoes or that he stutters his words. What\u2019s important is that he gets to tell you how embarrassing it is to stutter\u2026”<\/b><\/p>\n

In the poem \u201cIllusions\u201d, Barbara paints a portrait of an elderly woman named Betty. Betty is a survivor. She\u2019s full of zest, keeps her life moving by making plans for senior trips, plays bingo, and belongs to many social clubs. \u00a0She maintains a fine wardrobe, and keeps her house in order.<\/b> Midway through the poem, Barbara turns back the clock and describes Betty\u2019s life as a young girl. \u00a0Betty develops survivorship skills early on under the shadow of a heavy-handed father. \u00a0She learns to defend herself as described in these lines, \u201cIn her pocket you would find a pearl-topped hat-pin\/ she could wield against unsolicited hands\/ that might wander at the cinema.\u201d \u00a0There is an undercurrent in the poem that Barbara does not reveal, but only in the telling of Betty\u2019s story. \u00a0While Betty expends most of her life\u2019s energy in survivor mode, a question remains, has she ever loved?<\/b><\/p>\n

The collection of poems in Drive-Through Window is organized in seven sections that include the themes: \u00a0Upon Consideration, Voices of Aging, Regret, From the Nursing Home, Letting Go, Unexpected Insights, and Growing Wiser. \u00a0In \u201cMirror, Mirror\u201d, Barbara reflects on her own life. She worries if her earlier hopes have been lost to history. Do unexpected joys counter the emptiness of dashed dreams? \u00a0In the last few lines, she shares the same concerns, not as an adult, but as a young girl looking into the mirror through older eyes.<\/b><\/p>\n

Barbara\u2019s book is filled with poems that cut into the candid nature of what it means to be human. She writes with a gift for narrative, presents characters that are complicated, finds solace in nature, describes the feelings she recalls as a girl growing up in a loving family, and writes about her own transformation as a woman, a spirit who has come to mark her own journey. \u00a0In the poem \u201cSanctity\u201d, Barbara speaks of the peace she finds in the woods echoing Emily Dickinson\u2019s desire to turn to nature on Sundays (or any day for that matter). \u00a0She affirms \u201cI go to church in the woods to learn from the four directions, to hear God whisper on winds, a wisdom not found in texts.\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n

Drive-Through Window is an emotional ride. \u00a0It offers the reader hours of insight, of surprise, joy, and heartache. Without asking, Barbara\u2019s prompts the reader to do a bit of his or her own self-searching and self-reflection. She presents her poems with grace, honesty, humor, and in doing so, affirms the poetry in all of us.<\/b><\/p>\n

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Driving Herself By Sharon Bray
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\nDrive-Through Window, Poems by Barbara Bald (2nd edition, published by the poet in New Hampshire, 2012, printed in Portland, ME) 119 pages, paper. ISBN 978-0-9789345-2-9. $17.95 plus $# shipping.<\/strong>
\nBarbara Bald’s narrative poems in Drive-Through Window are formed with fine skill for observation and illustration. Each one tells its story through concrete images of action and reaction\u2014ideal examples of advice often given to writers to “show, don’t tell.” She takes a reader through days of her life with experiences that will draw out memories from many readers. The poems are written by an older person\u2014her age evident even without illustrative photos that place Bald’s stories in recent history. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Although Bald’s poetic attitude comes across as positive, sometimes even uplifting, her stories are heavy. Each of her poems either ends with or wraps around some loss or sadness.The first poem sets a clear direction that includes great control of language and warning of what’s ahead. “On Turning Twelve” starts with a girl “Standing at the field’s edge\u2026” moves gracefully into “\u2026 their white tails flash in sunlight” and ends with “bodies limp, just hours from our family stew.” I could not read more than two or three of the 80 plus poems without feeling dragged into the poet’s gloom, however cleverly she tucked it in. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Many publications and teachers urge writers to sharpen poems with that edge of loss. Bald fits in well beside Maine’s current Poet Laureate Wes McNair with her skill at storytelling and digging into her own life for knowledge of disappointment. Much as I admire McNair, I also have to limit reading time in his books, especially before sleep.<\/strong><\/p>\n

One of Bald’s upbeat poems, “The Adaptive Skier,” is full of positive action and good intention. Bald includes action and color\u2014”Feeling the wind on her cheeks\/she can anticipate the downhill rush.” I am supposed to find the great good in helping physically different people enjoy winter sport, but I find bittersweet in a poem that includes the watcher wiping away tears. Not that Bald comes across as hopeless. Her “Neverland” is full of whimsical images of a child’s pretending, running, and waving before she winds up under the weight of critical teachers and not being chosen for a softball team. Her “Cinderella” floats on childhood fantasy. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Some readers may find poems set in a nursing home to be more realism than pessimism, but I find them hard to read. Perhaps Bald is writing too close to my own fears. She certainly elicits emotional response with almost every poem in the book, even when I don’t like that response.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chapter titles in Drive-Through Window indicate the book’s mood: Voices of Aging, Regret, From the Nursing Home, Letting Go. When she, in the final chapter, is “Growing Wiser,” Bald offers flowers, music and nature\u2014all pointing into the decline of life. Bald’s biography lists her time at the Frost Place Poetry Festival and many excellent honors. Statements from prestigious poets support my conclusion that she is surely a gifted poet.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Before I reviewed Drive-Through Window, another reader commented on the book being self-published\u2014as if that would make more or less of any book. Most poets these days cannot find enough “real” publishers for their work; so they publish their own either through a print-on-demand or other company that makes money by printing books not bought by Beacon, Copper Canyon or another long-standing publisher. Walt Whitman self-published. So do many poets whose work Garrison Keillor reads on the radio. They make up creative names like Slippery Seaweed, Brightberry or Narramissic Notebook Press.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bald’s Drive-Through Window book cover and its photos are a delight. I hope she will publish many more poems before she reaches her own predicted end.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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