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I once told a friend that I was an introvert who masquerades as an extrovert. He said that wasn't possible, but I beg to differ.
I think I'm like most people. We all want love and acceptance. Most of us are terrified to put our real selves out there, so we put a safe someone out there to hide behind. And slowly, we allow our real self to ease out and tip toe into new relationships relative to how we've been previously judged or hurt by ridicule or rejection. It's all about trust.
I am the extrovert who speaks for the introvert inside me. I am opinionated, and with the publication of my first book, "The Common Ground," I have to say the extrovert is about to jump, dragging the introvert naked off of a cliff. So this is all new and very scary, but if it received positively, I hope it will be an encouragement to others to take bold steps to express who they are. The world deserves you and your talent and you deserve to take that big step to believe in yourself regardless of whether you are loved or rejected. So here goes, and I hope I have friends in the end, old and hopefully, many new ones like you.
on March 16, 2014 :
First off, let me say that I am not a poetry aficionado. Maybe that’s not the word I want. Connoisseur? Better word. And I’m not that, either. But I love poetry nonetheless. I love how it inspires. How little lines evoke a moment, a memory, an emotion. On the bookshelf behind my favourite reading chair, I have a collection of favourite volumes: Tennyson, E. Pauline Johnson, Arnold, Keats. They collect more dust than fingerprints, but they are always there, waiting for my mood.
There is no reason that Ms. Daniels’ collection should not occupy that shelf also.
My four-star rating: lost half a star for some formal style issues [not many, but they distracted] and half a star for some poems that did nothing for me.
Which is so unfair.
Poetry is subjective. Well, damn, everything human can make that claim. [A note: I wasn’t always sure if I misinterpreted “cleverness” as “error” - and I’ll not cite any examples, because . . . well, that’s for a reader to decide on his/her own.] But the point is, I didn’t like or “get” all of the poems in this collection, while others moved me deeply - which is to be expected. For me, the parts I loved were inversions of tropes and expectations; delicately reworded clichés; raw emotional venting of anger and sorrow; a bit of Jungian psycho-synchronicity allusion.
Of course, on the off-chance that Ms. Daniels reads this review, she may well shake her head in dismay that none of that was in there. But it doesn’t matter. Because reading this work changed little bits of me, and that’s what good poetry should do.
A poet does not hold an enviable occupation. But I’m glad that poets exist still - especially ones of Ms. Daniels’ skill - in order that I may enjoy such efforts.
(reviewed 15 days after purchase)
on March 02, 2014 :
Title: The Common Ground
Author: Noa Daniels
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
"The Common Ground" by Noa Daniels was some wonderful poetic journal of this author's "Written thoughts are the avenues into the souls of others, connecting points which provide a common ground of similar experiences, feelings, or discussions.' This author has all of this 'mirrored up for the reader to see their own reflection...captured into poetry.'
I loved how this author was able to present this poetry for the 'young girl to the mature adulthood.' Be ready because this poetry will 'explore the human emotions such as: pain, joy, death, love, hate, life.
Here are a few that I really enjoyed:
Woman: ..."Lord, where is Adam?
Feeling All Right! ..."and the feeling is feeling all right."
I'd Try for you...I'll give myself, my heart, my life, my love to you.
Weatherman..."Baby you change like the weather"
Wrap Your Arms around Me..."Trust me, darling, cause it's true...All I ever need is you."
Remember..."I wonder, what you remember ...I cannot separate myself from you. Can you remember?
I'll Get the Message..."Please forgive me for calling, please forgive me for coming by."
Lady...The Night goes by slowly; she continue to weep. The light is still burning as she drifts off to sleep. The cold wind is blowing, a warm heart grows numb. If you survive the winter, the spring
will surely come."
Acceptance..."I am no angel, he is not saint. We still love each other in spite of what "we ain't."
These and many more of these author's poetry can be found from the read of "The Common Ground" that I would recommend to you as a good read. I found that there are some that are different but there is little bit for everyone to think on as you are reading though this well written poems.
(reviewed 2 days after purchase)
on Jan. 03, 2014 :
By Sandy Richardson: A response to reading “The Common Ground” by Noa Daniels
I’m always intrigued by the images writers use in their attempt to connect with readers. Which image will create the bridge between writer and reader: a lone pine on a hilltop, the homesick soldier reading mail, the wail of a back-alley saxophone, a Chicago wind, or perhaps the macaroni pie at Thanksgiving? Perhaps the connection will be found through the spinster saleslady in the hot-lingerie department, the honk-honking of Canada geese landing at sunset on the pond, or the tickle of cat whiskers on a child’s chubby cheek. Maybe the connection will be found in the very real flood of saliva in our mouths when contemplating the silky-sweetness of butterscotch candies. Whatever the image, it is that connection that every writer seeks—the desire to transfer thoughts, feelings, memories, emotions through the arrangement of words and lines on a flat surface. It is that silent, often unconscious prayer the words will magically transform into something dimensional and tangible simply by being read by someone else.
Noa Daniels is not exempt from this intention, this prayer. Her book “The Common Ground” strives mightily to create just that kind of connection with the reader. And she succeeds quite well. In fact, she states clearly that the reader “will find yourself in me.” And that I did, quite often.
Take for example her poem “Woman.” Which one of us has not lamented over finding Adam? And who has not feared or felt the “sword of deception” she warns of in “Be Sure.”
“Don’t Keep me Hanging” could be a mantra for us all, and too many of us are familiar with the wire in “Bird on a Wire.” I became so entranced with the idea of reflections of reflections in “Incognito,” I wrote down a thought or two. Particularly poignant to me in “An the Two Shall Be as One” were Noa’s words: “maybe that’s what you never had vs. what I’ve known.”
“Sword Play,” “I’ll Get the Message,” and “An Old Dog” spoke loud and clear. I cried over “Tiger” and “Upon the Death of a Cherished Son.”
I’ll even use “The Old Home Place” as inspiration for a story. And I’ll remember the line from “Lateia”: “your tomorrows lie beyond your fears.” I’m really happy Noa conquered hers.
Read “The Common Ground.” Find yourself there.
(reviewed 25 days after purchase)
on Dec. 13, 2013 :
I loved reading "The Common Ground". It invoked memories and feelings of my own from a long time in the past. I am looking forward to Noa's next book.
(reviewed 5 days after purchase)