A collection of honest musings on the misadventures of life and love, “Fragmented Bliss” embarks readers on a journey to collapse in laughter and tears because that is how galaxies of memories are formed.
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
Source: Author provided a copy in exchange for an honest review.
No. of Pages: 116 pages
Date Read: January 2017
BJ Rosalind’s poetry is meant to be read out loud with intensity and full of emotions
I was contacted by the author in exchange for an honest review. I’ve always wanted to support independent authors since I started blogging, especially the underrated poets. Poetry is a genre that has been often put on the sideline, it isn’t something everyone usually picks up. So I made it my life’s mission to promote poetry and to promote as much underrated authors as I can.
To say I was happy to have chanced upon BJ Rosalind’s work would be the understatement of the year. Her work is exquisite! Truly, amazing talent knows no age. At a very young age of 17 she was able to conjure the most eloquent words. She was able to sew words together, beautifully, like it is what she was born to do. Her poetry makes that instant connection with its readers like any good poetry can. It speaks to you on a level of understanding that you and the author only knows about. I feel like her works will be more appreciated if the same is performed as spoken word. It was profound and moving, which isn’t exactly easy to portray in poetry, but Benita was able to do it flawlessly. I can’t wait to see her grow as an author, can’t wait to see her experience more of life and be able to put them into writing. I bet it will be phenomenal. She has this way with words that are distinct from the other poets. I also I appreciate that her poetry are easily digestible but not compromising the quality of it. It was on point – much like an arrow straight to the heart. I definitely recommend!
“I will never hurt you.”
I look at you and find it amusing how we are bound to think we won’t ever hurt the ones we truly love. But see, I’ve learned that it’s inevitable you misplaced the left-pair of your favorite green sock or the jersey you had back in fifth grade. We are careless beings; it’s simply naive to make promises of a future we can’t see yet. Maybe you won’t hurt me, but somewhere along the line I listen to my parents having screaming matches and children in the playground pushing each other down and I realized you’ve defeated my prison guards and you hold a key to all my demons. You won’t hurt me, yes, because you’ll destroy me into ashes tucked away in one of those glass bottles you collect down in your basement. Love heals but it also destroys everything in its path, don’t you know? I flashed a disarming smile and reached for your hand, open palms, fingers intertwined. “I know.”
– Fragmented Bliss; BJ Rosalind