The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.
Mr. John Thompson
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5.0 out of 5 starsTruly beautiful imagery
March 15, 2019
Anahit's poetry is rich with imagery. The narrator's voice is at once haunting, hopeful and heartbreaking. Anahit creates a work that touches the heart deeply. I highly recommend her poetry to any reader that enjoys rich imagery and deeply felt emotional themes.
Customer ReviewChristopher Floyd5.0 out of 5 starsThis comes from the very heart and soulNovember 8, 2018Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseI really enjoyed reading and trying to get into the mind of Anahit Arustamyan ,, I have never been into poetry much but after becoming friends with her, it is opening my mind to new thoughts.. I would encourage others to order and read.. Thank you.
5.0 out of 5 starsLovely poems that work together through beautiful imagery and music to paint one soul's picture
December 21, 2018
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Anahit's collection of poetry is true to its name. The poems are full of colors, and they are rich with imagery and music. The theme of a soul painting her way through this world appears through many of the poems in the form of wings and birds, and the royal color purple also plays an important part. The persona of the poems converses with angels, depicting painting as a form of making or discovering one's destiny, as in the poem "I Look for the Hues" where shes asks the angels "Have you ever painted your destinies?", to which the angels reply "Before we were born in the world our destinies had already been painted."
In one of my favorite poems "Hallelujah," the poet states the dichotomy of the mortal with the immortal best with this line: "I am a mortal leaf of the immortal tree."
I highly recommend this book for anyone who loves short, lyrical poems with beautiful, whimsical imagery.
Colin Bartie ‘The Canvas Of My Soul : The Hues Of My Palette’
by Anahit Arustamyan
With her latest collection of poetical gems Anahit Arustamyan has truly tapped into the zeitgeist: that yearning for nourishment of the soul. These are authentically philosophical as well as poetic, gems she is offering us. The poet talks directly to the existential angst of the age. If you need spiritual, but not necessarily religious, insight you will find it in the pages of her latest offering. The book itself is a joy to hold with clear bold type and gorgeous illustrations. One of my particular favourites is ‘No, Poets Never Die’. Like many of the other poems in this collection it appears to suffuse light, its closing lines:
“A candle is melting while spreading light,
Poets melt like candles but never die.”
It makes you want to be a poet, which is another virtue of this work it is almost militantly poetic. This is a worthy and important calling! The world has great need of spiritual and philosophical poetry and Anahit is supplying it in a jewelled box. Once you dip into it you want more and more and each one sparkles with enlightenment.
Another of my favourites ‘Hey, Winds’
“Hey, winds! Were those butterflies real on the scales of your yesterday?
Oh crazy winds! Butterflies turn into fairies.”
For me Anahit Arustamyan’s words turn into butterflies, the butterflies into angels and the angels spread their dust in my path and sooth my soul. Thank you poet for your soul food. And fellow readers if you have need of sustenance, I fully recommend these poetical delights.
Having read this great and inspiring work I see there are predecessors: ‘The Queen Of Metaphors’, My Intoxicated Ink’, ‘The phantom’s Dolphin’ and ‘Words In Flight’: all of these will find a space in my treasure trove to bring light to the dark night of the soul.
By Colin Bartie