Poems to Use When Hiding from the Shadows
Liz DeJesus
By Alyce Wilson
In her poetry collection, Poems to Use When Hiding from the Shadows,
Liz DeJesus includes poems written between the ages of 13 to 23. Normally,
one waits until establishing oneself as a poet before sharing poems
written at a really young age. However, De Jesus is young enough that
her earlier poems might not seem like juvenilia to her.
However, the progression over 10 years of writing, starting in her
early teens, is not that distinct. There's slightly more sophistication
by the end of the collection in terms of grammatical structure, but
the common themes of the poems and the way she approaches those topics
are similar.
Clearly, there are a couple key issues that concern her as a poet and
which form recurring themes. First is the issue of date rape or sexual
assault.
Most of her attempts to approach the subject of rape are muted, dancing
around the subject with few details or specifics. Unfortunately, a poet
must do more than that to draw the reader in. A poet must say that which
is hardest to say.
For example, these lines from "Hello" make oblique reference
to a personal crisis:
They can't hurt me.
All that is left of me is a ghost.
The ghost of who I used to be.
A black butterfly
brushes past me.
I think it's a sign...
the beginning of the end,
but then I see the white
on the tips of it's (sic) wings.
Just what is it that upsets the speaker of this poem? Why is she a
ghost? What brought her to that state?
In another recurring theme, DeJesus writes about emotionally abusive
relationships. Time and again, the speaker of the poems describes her
beloved as a flawed man, and yet feels she's somehow to blame for those
flaws.
DeJesus needs to be fearless about confronting these subjects, to use
stark words that get to the heart of how the speaker of these poems
is impacted by these experiences. Poetry can be therapeutic, but to
do so, it must be evocative. Otherwise, the poem is powerless, as is
the speaker in these lines from "Tick Tock":
Always afraid of making the jump,
I am the estranged cat,
that has forgotten the way to her dreams.
PublishAmerica, 2005 (ISBN: 1424102537)
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