Jubilant Whispers

The Brilliant Poetry of Michael H. Hanson

Jubilant Whispers is an ambitious collection of poetry and prose that is reflective, confessional, and autobiographical with a memoir quality about it. It touches on many aspects of life that the average reader will be able to relate to, including love. Though too sentimental for some, it will be perfect for others. It is written in a frank tone, proverbial in nature, with a hallmark flair. The poetic form is often traditional, with a favored rhyming structure of three quatrains and a couplet or four quatrains. These forms suit the digest of poetry just fine. I recommend someone cuddle up with this book of poetry and a cup of hot herbal tea. Sip them both together and feel the warm coziness they have to offer.
- John C. Mannone, award-winning poet nominated for the 2009 Pushcart Prize and for the 2010 Rhysling Poetry Award. He teaches college physics and is the senior editor for the Journal of the Society of Amateur Radio Astronomers

Whispered Pieces

"And I play you, and sing you, sweet draught of ecstasy, upon the strings of my soul and the keys of my spirit, in awed, enraptured, unfettered adoration."
- from A SONG

"She floats upon a graceful green divan. Unfashionably long and lissome hair, that spills across her breasts to slowly pool over endless limb, neck, and hip laid bare"
- from NAKED IN WAVES

"Her haunting eyes are the spice of beauty, I drink the wine of her honeyed laughter. A pauper, I worship at her table and I feast upon the bread of her smile."
- from THE BREAD OF HER SMILE

"A charmed enigma in my dreams; Bohemian in voice and thought. a canvas rich with twilight creeds - sweet southern siren I once sought. "
- from CRYPTICALLY HIP

"In short, my heart is like a room whose light may enter from above; but curtains keep this room in gloom of one whose heart may never love."
- from UNREQUITED

"So I pen my songs of simple whimsy, ignored by twilight wraiths with tin toy ears, excelsior guts, icy dead doll eyes; callous automatons of ambition."
- from SHADOW PUPPETS

"Weekend passed and I left that cape island pining over the memory of you. Now I write my passive aggressive poems that slowly boldly whisper, I love you."
- from STRANGERS WITH NAMES

"I feel a pressure building inside me, an explosion of jubilant whispers."
- from JUBILANT WHISPERS