Books like Robert Frost: Seasons

Robert Frost can be flowing and thought-provoking. After hearing of him for decades, I am, however not blown away. Poetry is not for me. I ensured sampling the cream de la crème and did marvel at a few. They are pretty a little at a time but I seek my kind of poetry. A whole book feels repetitive in theme and style. I prefer composing poems. A professor said rhyming is old-fashioned. Though rarely into it, I grew abstract and free. Now that I have read the great Robert: I see that his style is rhyming! I do appreciate plain-speaking stories. Obscure poetry means nothing outside those who know the details, unless the phrases are stirring or intelligent.Apart from the flatness most rhyming conveys to me, is the common result of labouring over rhymes and twisting normal sentence structure. An example of strained syntax is: "He now sees", when the way we speak is "Now he sees" or "He sees now". I say: "It's a no-go if, it doesn't just flow"! Some weave poetry without garbling syntax. "Robert Frost Seasons", 1992, divides into the four visual times of year. We read an ample selection of writings followed with majestic nature portraits.Christopher Burkett gives no birthplace: Vernonia, Oregon. I marvel at his gorgeous subjects, almost always trees, which are dear to me. He crops a portion close-up; one streak of frost on rocks. For me, photography is seldom artsy but an important recording of scenes as fully as possible. I am not for trimming. What Christopher squared off is exquisite and I treasure beauty in a leaf or puddle. In Manitoba, with neither ocean nor mountain, I know every inch of landscape can be gorgeous. I love every bud of my plants and forest. I disliked the lighting experiments. They yielded a glare, or trunks so dark they were devoid of detail. I like full vistas, to look upon the widest perspectives. One winter forest scene is so extraordinarily beautiful and majestic, I feel it is a place inside a dream!