- File Size: 575 KB
- Print Length: 76 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1515326977
- Publication Date: April 6, 2015
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B00VRV82OC
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Not Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,019,679 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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LOVE'S MOURNING FOR MIDNIGHT is a collection of Sonnets, Coronas and Sestinas - structural forms of poetry that Jeanette explains well at the beginning of the book - a section that distills the eloquence of her selections.
An example of a Sestina carrying the book's title is offered here:
Mourning at Midnight
I can't recall when you unfurled my heart
Yet sweetly, slowly, gentle words and eyes
Discreetly plucked and prized, implanted stars
Into my eyes, stirring dreams at midnight
Beneath the moonlight's sultry shadow tears
We lay, bathing and blending our bodies
This lusting madness, directing bodies
Still pure, unknowing, unwritten, crazed heart!
Shall rush towards those troubling, salty tears
Ignoring warnings, wearing love-sick eyes
Untouched, unloved, at cold misty midnight
A moon alone, desiring shining stars
In dreams you come and swiftly light my stars
Exposing fragile forms, baring bodies
Awaking passions, longings, at midnight
Sweet urgent needs so long denied a heart
Perform now, their actions drowning my eyes
Unable wipe away, this ocean of tears
And soon, a deep, passionate well of tears
Fills my lonely river with shooting stars
Replays love-fest, before unseeing eyes
No other world outside these two bodies
Dare not to breathe, be still my beating heart
I'll grip tightly these moments, stay midnight!
At morn I wake, and pine for love's midnight
Recalling night, my face now stained with tears
As I struggle to rise, revive my heart
Bereft, alone, still searching skies for stars
All was a dream, two entangled bodies
Impressions you left on me, lonely eyes
A pain so sharp now grips my blinded eyes
Unable open to pleasures, midnight
I have no need for organs and bodies
So why, my soul, do you not stop the tears?
An endless stream is flooding all my stars
Cannot forget the dreams of lonely heart
But yet, I'd sooner suffer all these tears
To once again relive the glow, midnight
And lay beneath a lover's gaze, your eyes
The lady knows her forms and obeys the laws of the poetic designations she has studied well. But the real joy is that form does not destroy function: her poems are luxurious travels into the realms of all manner of love - lust, longing, loss, pain and bliss. She embraces it all is this memorable collection. Grady Harp, May 15
The reader experiences exploration, amusement, elation, ecstasy, sorrow and pain infused by words like:
mourning, desire, fickle heart, games of love, dreams, jealousy, forbidden love, blankness, unfulfilled love, hearts weeping for kind words, entrapment, tears, awakening, silence.....
The poems are awakening and a confirmation of feelings a woman experiences in her quest for true love and the expression of pain in lost love. Sentiments of joy, passion, lust and mourning are expressed in imagery like flames, storms, sky, stars, sea, river, clouds ... An example : "a grey and mourning dove stealing and killing heart".
The passion, desire and loss of love is reinforced by phrases like " infested love", "faded and distorted love", love without passion is a lie", and "feigned love is seen as "a thief of passion".
Literature has, through her schooling and experience, made a true and pure imprint on this talented poet who is a wordsmith by nature. Her work is easily communicated in written and verbal form. For me as reviewer, it was a cleansing exercise to review Ms Sobey's work. The value of her work to a reader is defined by her in Sonnet 130: Deepest Connexions. In summary:
Connecting minds is what poetry does. Connecting readers to the poet's prized words, carefully etched, grown from her soul to connect the body, mind and spirit of the reader through special words that create meanings and a voice so receptive to the soul. For silence is "the verse so blank you write".
Readers pick love's flower and like birds and bees, plunge into this love's flower, which is nature's gift to us so that we can find love and joy, fulfilment and connexions ( x= poet's choice).
Words excite and connects this poet's heart to mine!
21 May 2015
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