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‘Fountain’ flows with promise

January 02, 2010|By Jackie Houchin

“Fountain of Trevi — Love Poems,” a book by Ankin Timourian, is small — the size of a thin paperback, but it contains nearly 100 poems divided by topic into four sections.

The pocket size is handy for slipping into a purse and reading on the run, while the poems are lightweight and short. Scores of full color photo illustrations enhance the reader’s visual pleasure.

The first section, which Timourian titles “Heaven on Earth,” holds poems rich in romance, passion and erotica. Though written in imagery and metaphor they drip with sex, anticipated as well as consummated. Most have the feel of unrealistic fantasy, a young girl’s lustful dreams of the perfect man, the perfect situation, the perfect act, everything wrapped in satin and velvet.


Although the second section titled “Unfulfilled Dreams,” speaks of loneliness and loss, many of the poems are fanciful and picturesque, as if the author hasn’t experienced real pain. In the clever “Emptiness,” she compares herself to a silver cup full of red wine from which her love sips while he dines with another, and then carelessly knocks over, leaving her upside down next to spreading red stains.

The playful, rhyming poem, “The Mailbox” is reminiscent of Vicki Carr’s 1967 hit song “Let It Please Be Him.”

We see more maturity in the third section, “Whispers from the Universe” where love is found in nature, music, mothers and the Creator, as well as romantic relationships. The author also uses poems to admonish readers about selfishness, greed, facing reality, philanthropy and gratitude.

Poetry itself is praised. Lines from “Poetry…,” are “Like a waterfall, rushing down from the mountains overflowing with cool, crystal drops of words, covering your whole essence with freshness, turning your tears into lucent pearls, it’s the heartbeat of romantic encounters, a vision, image or an idea already in the poet’s mind, waiting to come to life, to be painted or sculptured with the fingers of his mind…”

In section four, “Silent Hope,” Timourian uses snowflakes, wine, treasure, candles, a leaf, a car and even e-mail to express aspects of love. My favorite is “The Waves.”

On the book’s back cover, Timourian admits to being an amateur poet and in several places this is evident. Most of her work is in free verse with classical poetic expressions and words, but occasionally she inserts a modern word or cliché that breaks the mood and leaves the reader feeling disjointed and unsettled (i.e. do the math, such a drag, drained my brain).

Readers will also discern that English is not her first language (gender-only pronouns, unusual phrasing, confusing verb tense). But Timourian’s passionate, visual writing makes up for any idiosyncrasies.

Get in touch JACKIE HOUCHIN has been a freelance magazine and newspaper writer and reviewer for five years. About the writer JACKIE HOUCHIN has been a freelance magazine and newspaper writer and reviewer for five years.

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