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    Rose Colored Windows
    Rose Colored Windows
    Rose Colored Windows
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    Rose Colored Windows

    By John-Philip Penny

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    At once epic and intimate, this volume of poetry manages to evoke a world of gentle lyricism, as well as more shocking visions.
    There are tender, romantic poems, and darker, more haunting works, as well as introspective meditations.
    It has the feel of a secret diary, and the scope of a prophetic hymn.
    Having taken twenty years to complete, it is a testament of the author's feelings on life, and uses the striking metaphor and the powerful image to summon up a world of heightened sensation.
    At once dark, and light, romantic and sceptical, humorous and grave, innocent and world-weary.
    It is a dream.
    A nightmare.
    It is waking next to the one you love.
    It is a journey into the widest and loneliest deserts of a post-disaster landscape, and into the smallest corners of our hearts.
    But most of all, it is a book that once you have read, you will never, ever be able to forget.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn-Philip Penny
    Release dateJul 31, 2017
    Rose Colored Windows
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    John-Philip Penny

    Hello, and thank you for checking out my books! And thank you also to all of you who have already read and enjoyed my previous titles.So far, I have published two stories, the first being 'Panzerfaust: The Fall of Nazi Germany,' and then 'Blood of a Barbarian.' Both have sold more copies than I ever dreamed of, and I am very happy about that, and grateful. My plan is to write a whole series of books set in ancient Rome, ancient Egypt, WW2 and WW1. I am even thinking of a couple of stories set during the times of the Knights. Some of my titles will be stand alone books, while most will be part of an ongoing series. 'Blood of a Barbarian,' for example, is just the first in a series of five novellas. It usually takes me two to three months to complete a new work, so please bare with me while I work on the next installment. Next up, I have a tale set in the ancient lands of Egypt, and it will be out well before Christmas, 2016. After that, I have some more ideas for WW2 stories, and then back to my gladiator series.To tell you something about myself, I got interested in writing by reading a great deal of history when I was a child. I like the idea of stepping back into time, and living in the skin of a historical person, even if only one I have made up. After serving in the militia, I then took a degree in art at OCAD in Toronto, then spent the next decade travelling and mountaineering. These foreign excursions encouraged me all the more towards wanting to write, and I love to include things I've actually seen in real life, and experienced. I hope that you will enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them!

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      Book preview

      Rose Colored Windows - John-Philip Penny

      When the First Petals of the Season Fell

      When the first petals of the season fell

      Like the notes of a dying symphony

      There I stood alone and without you

      Lonely music stirring the river's edge

      But you were always there, weren't you

      In every book, leaf, or opening flower

      Everything was imbued with your fragrance

      And spoke to my longing beyond all repair

      Now everything speaks to me of you

      Every photograph of every stranger

      Looks out at me with your eyes

      But remain unsent letters in a drawer

      You are a mystery to me, like shadows

      Or a candle's dimly flickering silence

      And dark chandeliers are my memories

      Here beneath this Baroque cascade

      The gusts of spring lifted all the flowers

      Like Cinderella gathering up her satin gown

      Just as you used to lift your hair to the side

      While wondering if you were beautiful

      Everything was yours to inherit

      Every bird in flight, every cloud

      And every single raindrop

      I would have given to you

      But now the season is over

      Long buried beneath the snow's calligraphy

      As here I gaze, out frosted windowpanes

      To where the trees weep frozen tears

      Rose Colored Windows

      Rose colored windows illuminate the garden

      Wherein far off dreams carry scents of Istambul

      Now see how the flowers of her body cry out

      For a drink of sun, for a drink of water

      As the contrary fountain-fire refuses to blossom

      And see how beneath Christ's suffering face

      The ashes of every great work of art

      Are lifted up in fragmented ascension

      And see how the first snow within the cloister

      Has collected in every bell-rung corner

      And now all of the pearls are gathered up

      and put into a basket to be carried beyond

      As the bride and bridegroom go with them

      On a great dias made of silk and elm

      And that smells of myrhh and honey

      Clim, climb all the way to Mecca

      To be with the wisemen of old

      As they gather beneath date trees by an oasis

      Listen to the call of the morning prayers

      From a tower raised into the dawn light

      And

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