Broken Scabs is an engaging collection of poetry sneaking into the meaningful themes of failure, despair, rejection, desire, and heartbreak.
This book supports the principle that we relate through our difficulties, maze runs, trip-ups, embarrassments, dense heartaches, foolish mistakes, and drowning tears.
As you read into these poems, become lost in contemplation/thought and confidently absorb your reflections from broader considerations.
This book does not hustle temporary uplift derived from cute cloudy words; this book is about opening eyes and realizing that life is more challenging when we do not take the time to find community in the polarities of joy and pain.
Comfortably, permit the poetry in Broken Scabs an opportunity to help soothe fractured scabs oozing insecurities, loneliness, and doubt. The everyday disappointments and minor injuries of life will politely stand aside.
From chapter 5, called "Abstract Exposer":
the wind that pushes is the wind that pulls the heart i have for lovers and fools
the moment now is all I've known the forever is all that's known
the heart i have that pushes and pulls is the same both ways for lovers and fools
??? trying way too hard to be “poetic”. It’s like the author doesn’t know poetry doesn’t have to rhyme every sentence. Trying so hard to rhyme that they leave no actual meaning to the words. Majority of this book made no sense. There were like 3-5 lines where the author actually wrote something that made sense and was deep. The illustrations were great but the large then small and back and forth text sizes were annoying. Author has potential if he wasn’t trying SO hard to be poetic, he needs to just let the words flow.
Some fun rhyming poetry of ideas of bad things that could happen and ways to heal and adapt from them as well as trying and relying on only yourself in life, trying and failing multiple time but keeping going.
The book was also illustrated with simple little drawings to bring each poem more to life vividly.
This was a mixed bag. A few good poems, quite a few very mediocre ones, and several real clunkers. L.Q. Murphy tries harder at making rhymes in the poems instead of making them very deep, interesting, or meaningful. I feel generous by giving it 2 stars.