INTERNAL POEMS ...PATTERNS TO THOUGHT
AUTHOR:
JUNIA LORAIN CASTLE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
SHE WAS BORN IN 1913 AND HAS A WAY WITH HER POEMS MIXING POLITICS, ART, MUSIC, TEACHING AND SOCIAL LIFE. SHE HAS STATED THAT "I ALWAYS MEANT TO TAKE THE ROAD OF OBSERVING LIFE AS IT WAS GIVEN TO ME AND AS I WANTED TO LIVE IT." SHE ALSO SAID "I HAVE LIVED A HISTORY BOOK IN PERSON."
MY REVIEW AND THOUGHTS:
I REALLY ENJOYED THIS BOOK OF POETRY IT'S MIXED WITH MANY TYPES OF POEMS. FROM EVERYDAY LIFE, TO ROMANCE AND TO POLITICAL AND TO NON-SENSE TYPE POETRY. IT'S A MIXED BAG OF WORDS THROUGHOUT THAT TAKES THE READER ON A JOURNEY. THIS BOOK WAS A VERY QUICK READ. SOME OF THE POETRY STANDS OUT MORE THAN OTHERS. SOME ARE GREAT AND WILL STICK WITH YOU AND SOME ARE JUST A GOOD READ. I FOUND MY SELF ENJOYING THE REALITY BASED SENSE TO THE POETRY.
EACH OF THE POEMS I COULD RELATE IN A SENSE. THE READER IS PLACED THERE IN WHAT SHE WAS TRYING TO SAY. THESE TYPE OF POEMS TOUCH ON THE BASICS OF LIFE AND MIXES THE READER DOWN THE PATH THAT JUNIA WANTED TO TAKE YOU. YOU COULD FEEL THE WORDS COME TO LIFE AND MAKE PERFECT SENSE WHAT SHE WAS SAYING. NOT ONE TIME DID I PAUSE TO TRY AND FIGURE OUT WHAT THE POEM MEANT BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT NEEDED TO BE SAID WAS SAID AND THAT TO ME MAKES A GOOD READ.
THERE ARE MANY POEMS I LIKED IN THIS BOOK BUT ONE THAT STOOD OUT WAS ON PAGE 40 TITLED:
GHOSTLY LOVER
Often I repeat that beloved name
which sets my passion a
flameTen thousand times a day
it strikes my mind.
In vain turns and turns
my heart ever inclined.
Through all my lonely be
labored day,
his image bears my soul ever away.
Always I have thought some far distant day
would reverse my restless mind another way.
Scene to scene in memory have I tossed,
That somehow from me,
should he be lost.
When sleep tries and closes my searching eyes,
and hope again and again ever denies,
I wake and find in melancholy surprise,
it was but a passing dreaded denial.
Every moon in darkness deserted the sky,
earth, air became deadly impure,
every star disappeared and was forever obscured.
His name, his image, his voice, half divine,
shall live forever within this breast of mine.
May God take my love with my last breath,
and release me free for eternity in death.
My life is only a distorted dream,
living without this lover,
never existed,
only gleamed.
I DO FEEL THIS IS A GREAT SIMPLE READ MIXED WITH SOME IN YOUR FACE BLUNT POETRY AND ALSO SIMPLE POETRY THAT IS FOR EVERYONE.
MY RATING:
3 OUT OF 5
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