I apologize that this review is fairly late. I’ve had a lot of things on my plate as of late and I’m starting to get back into reading and reviewing little by little. I have two more reviews planned for the near future so stay tuned!
Title: Bending the Universe
Author: Justin A. Wetch
Publication Date: 28 February 2018 (republished)
Genre: Poetry, Contemporary
Rating: ☆☆☆☆.5/ 5
Bending the Universe is a collection of poetry by Justin A. Wetch that touches five different topics such as Society, Love, Life, Personal, and Nature. Each poem in each section touches various topics within that specific theme. The poems are relatively straightforward with a hint of floral elements (if that makes sense).
A few of the poems can rhyme but it’s not used throughout the entire collection (which can throw someone off). Besides being straightforward, the poems are also very thought provoking, especially in the first section (Society). However, there are some poems that are not intended for the easily offended. Some poems can be heavy and really pack a punch to those who are more sensitive to certain topics (i.e. politics, relationships). That being said, these poems can be brutally honest, which is not something I have seen a lot in poetry (personally speaking). Although it did take me aback the first time, I really liked that aspect. it is nice to read poetry that doesn’t sugarcoat the harsh truth.
Love is Dead
We’ve started accepting
A shadow of love
As the real thing;
We’ve started being content
With the shallows
And never learning to swim.
Making love has become ‘Netflix and Chill`
While smoking green and popping pills
Has become sexting emojis
Nobody remembers ‘taking it slowly’
Is a thing of the distant past
We love for a night and nothing lasts
Has become dance floor grinding
O-faces have replaced smiling
We don’t connect, we hook up, we
Don’t get together, we ‘get lucky.’
Kissing in the rain
Is now making out at a beach party
While crossfaded on booze and Molly
Before honesty required whiskey
Is only glimpsed when tipsy
Love is Dead
And we are each to blame
When we took lighters over wild flame.
Rest in peace
To love, once indescribable,
Now nothing desirable
Love was never perfect
And the past is no golden age
But I can’t help but feel
We could do better.
To finish off, some of these poems seemed rather personal in the good sense that it feels as if it was tailored for the reader, which is something I really enjoy. Overall, I did really enjoy this and I have already started recommending it to close friends.
Until next time!