the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur
I didn't expect poetry to hit me as hard as it did. I didn't expect the tears, the laughter, the sharp intake of breath as I read. I didn't expected to crave more like the morning sun. With each turn of a page I wish there was a thousand more to follow.
the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur has filled me up a little bit. Putting thoughts to words better than I ever could.
As with the her first book it is broken up into sections: wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. Each page is full and yet sometimes almost completely blank. There could be a few words, or dozens, or just a simple piece of art. It never takes you long to read the whole book, but it takes a long time for the words to fade from your heart.
I don't know how to put to words some of the things I felt while reading. I love the way she talked about aging and self love. I love that she discussed her mother and father in such a unique way. A way that I hope to be able to write about mine, less anger and more compassion and sadness for how it worked how and what lead to that ending. Her small coverage on politics and immigration, is perfect and says what needs to be heard.