Journey is the first medley of poems by Eric Overby, who explores the beauty in the pilgrimage of life. He points us toward both the mundanity and the miracle of life, writing about everything from working in his garden to his life with the one he loves. In Journey, you will find him drinking wine as the sun goes down; appreciating the place he comes from; remembering his elders; falling in love; and attempting to live each moment with contentment all along the way. You may find yourself doing the same.
Eric Overby, hailing from Russell County, is a poet, essayist, literary critic, and author. He has published several books of poetry, and writes The County Line’s weekly “Note to Self” column.
Eric works as a surgical technologist when he doesn't have a book or pen in his hand.
Written with poise and eloquence, 'Journey' by Eric Overby is a testament to the lost art of poetry. Filled with emotion, Mr. Overby's poems give us a glimpse into his life and what he hold most dear. His words resonate with the reader as to make them reflect on his/her own musings and on what truly brings beauty into their world. An absolutely wonderful collection of poems.
I enjoy good poetry and Kentucky authors and this is definitely both. The first half of the book is entitled, Here, and is about everything from nature and gardening to silence and oral history. In his poem on oral history, Eric writes about working beside his grandmother:
"She tells stories of working beside her father, cleaning out fence rows with his sling blade and hoe. Her stories help me to see, as we work together, that history is being made as it gets told. Passed on as it passes by."
The second half is entitled, Her, and, according to the back of the book, is about his fiancé. They are deeply moving and show a deep reverence to his relationship with her. I say reverence because of this poem.
Morning Meditation
"I used to rise early in meditation, As the ancient saints and mystics, Looking for peace, bliss, and ecstasy.
Now I awake as the sun rises. I lie beside her, Her head and the tops of her shoulders Revealed from the top of the covers Where we lay. Her face shines, As the sun rolls through the bedroom Curtains and leave her with a mandorla As if she were the subject of iconography.
I lay in silence as I meditate on the artistry Of freckles that are perfectly dotted On her face and shoulders. I venerate the delicate curvature Of her lips and nose. Her eyes closed, Veiled by a composition of lashes That shroud the green mystery underneath. As her hair lays dark and graceful Across the pillows in front of me, I lay in adoration, And know there are none like her.
Moses was not even shown God's face, Yet she has done me one better."
And
“I once took all my journals from 3 years and burned them in a fire. Alone, watching the past disintegrate reminded me of life and time. The present is all I had. Time slowly burning away each moment.
Now I've invited you to sit next to me as I watch the fire burn away the past. Each moment disintegrates as we start a new one, together, until we become the fire."
Overall, Journey was moving and caused me to stop and reflect on... well, everything.
This is a delightful collection of poetry with many varied forms and themes. There is a great deal of heart and depth as well as a challenge to look at the world differently (which, let's face it, isn't that what poetry is supposed to do). I am grateful to have read this and look forward to reading (hopefully) reading more from this author.
Full disclosure: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a review.