​POETRY
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SOUL BLEEDS The Poetry, Melodies, and Other Wanderings of Karen Wiesner
 
"Free verse as rhythmic as the sea, SOUL BLEEDS sings a lyric song of love in its many permutations. The jeweled words flow from the poet's heart, but the distilled truths were wrest from the fabric of her soul." ~author Patricia Lucas White
 
"Karen Wiesner's words follow a willow-wispy me-girl through every twist and turn of romantic love from Sometimes I Don’t Love You to Love You, an unconditional love. Karen's wispy girl has grown into a willow-woman bending toward God and a love she can't lose in And It Isn’t That. Saved to the last, Touch, probes a woman's heart, bound in the pain and gain of the gift of love for child, husband, God, self. Karen makes me catch my breath, remembering." ~author Rose Hampton Newton
 
"Karen Wiesner's poetry is her own. Though some of her poems, like Touch, are dark, most of her poems do not fit the mold of dark poetry--or any mold for that matter. Her poetry coins its own term: High Drama. Wiesner's poetry is broken hearts, it's love, it's redemption and fear; it's loneliness. Her poetry is honest to her heart. Steal Away and Your Father’s Love are my favorites in the collection." ~author Valerie Hardin
 
"Love is a Choice: This poem title is an excellent description of how someone will react to it. You either choose to love it or leave it. It is a book filled with the painful realities of life and those who prefer rose-colored glasses may find it hard to read. In Part III: The Many Faces of Fear, the author has found more than fear. She has found her ability to make us feel. The many faces of fear are also the many faces of pain and this section of Wiesner's book is the most compelling. R.I.P. {Repose Inside of Pain}: An interesting title suggesting where this poem will lead. But, as you read the poem, you find that there is no repose. While 'Touch' is the last poem in this collection of love, faith and fear, for me, it was the best. It leaves you with an aching heart. It takes you down a maze where you feel the sorrow of another's pain. It reminds you that life makes no promises." ~author Belinda Anne Landtroop