Show Me Something You Can Not Even Think Of

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In poet Elena Botts' latest collection of poems, Show Me Something You Can Not Even Think Of, it is clear, that once more, we see a working poet taking risks with phrases and ideas, lending to a stream of consciousness, directed towards an unnamed reader, who may be privy to the poet's thoughts, whether written or spoken.In the opening poem, "i am still sitting here, " the narrator will "… listen in that shadow." Showing the contrast between sight and sound, dark and light. "where have the dreams taken these dreamers, " which is a rhetorical question, seeming to permeate Botts' work.Often, the reader is taken by surprise, which reminds of part of a Keats' maxim, "Poetry should surprise by a fine excess…" as with the ending of "the inexpressible joy of being alone, virgin forest reborn, " whereby, because of Time, we can be: "just another body floating down the river."In "july 30, " a compact, and terse poem, we see, once again, the contrasts between, wild nature and the prop of a room in a house, wherein the narrator suggests they are "the ghost never meant to haunt any of you, " yet, is clearly speaking to ghosts, who indeed haunt the omniscient narrator.In the tiny poem "the autumn field crickets, " Botts' philosophies, and themes dominate, perceived as more than a witness, in her highly original poems, which continue to beckon the reader. Botts "took the song out of the night sky, " blending light and dark, to create a landscape, sometimes gothic and bleak, in other moments tender and personal, infused with the deft colors and sensual nuances of an impassioned poet with a future in letters ahead of her.- Robert Milby, Orange County, NY Poet Laureate