Love, romance, and relationships know no season, and “Dreams of Love” by Pamela Beckford is no exception. If you ever were in love, still in love, think you’re in love, or wish you were in love, this collection of her poetry is waiting for you to read. This is sixth in my series of book reviews; I hope that my recommendations inspire you to read these books.
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That singular word – breathtaking – is the best one-word description of “Dreams of Love” by Pamela Beckford that kept coming to mind as I lingered within the pages.
“Dreams of Love” is a superb collection of thirty-one poems that not only touches upon the varying facets of a relationship, but is also a powerful timeline of the changeable levels of growth in a relationship. Simply put, “Dreams” can be read in no particular order as stand-alone poems; conversely, if read in order, it presents a love story.
Pamela Beckford is an extraordinarily talented poet. After recently reading “Voices of Nature” (a co-authorship between her and Kirsten A.), I was, indeed, expecting more delightful poems in “Dreams.” What I didn’t expect was the exceptional style in which she conveys varying emotions and sentiments between two people finding themselves in a complex relationship. For example, in “It Started With a Look,” I felt and saw the excitement, both physically and emotionally:
“Your hand in mine
Electric was the air
I started to talk, but then
You began to play with my hair.”
Initially, the speaker is seemingly in control of this momentous meeting, with her hand in her lover’s and by her beginning to speak. However, suddenly it’s her lover who takes control of the meeting by playing with her hair, and as we read further, using his “finger [that] traced [her] mouth/Eager to explore . . .” Many emotions and illustrations are woven into just those few lines alone: desiring, loving, caressing, controlling, surrendering, holding, longing, looking, tenderness, playfulness, peacefulness, heat, and hearts skipping beats. Though Pamela doesn’t write those words per se; they are the emotions and thoughts she creates succinctly and implicitly. What we do find here and with this collection is a complex back-and-forth relationship between two lovers.
My favorite poem in this collection is “Melting.” Specifically, the line “Two melt into one” is a beautifully written thought that conveys everything about what a loving and trusting relationship is, not only in the passionate sense as we might initially interpret here, but also in the everyday condition where two people walk together side-by-side through the mundane, too. Indeed, “Melting” has a duality about it: the here-and-now passion and yet, a wanting for the future.
In “Just Out of Reach,” we feel the pain of the lover going “home to her” (my italics) and the speaker woefully, yet hopefully, calling out to him that “. . . forever my heart will be yours.” This poem is, indeed, heartbreaking and forlorn. There is a feeling of desperation with threads of love and hope on the female speaker’s part.
I cannot say enough positive aspects about “Dreams of Love” and Pamela Beckford. I would like to analyze and speak to every one in her collection here, but then that would be taking away the enjoyment for you, her current and future readers. I encourage you to enjoy it, as I have — without preview, to fully enjoy and interpret yourselves.
This collection of love poems left me in breathless wonderment. I liked it so much, I’ve read it three times already. We all, I believe, can relate to her poetry. Certainly, as she wrote, “Poetry is an expression from deep within the soul.”
Pamela Beckford articulates beautifully. I applaud her for conveying those deep, soulful expressions in such a magnificent, yet intimate, way.
I highly recommend “Dreams of Love” by Pamela Beckford.
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