~ The Sun and Her Flowers ~
the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur is an emotional poetry collection addressed to young girls and women alike. It is the second book after her first successful collection Milk and Honey.
The book is split into five chapters: wilting, falling, rooting,rising and blooming. It tackles different themes ; love, mourning, depression, aspires, memories, relations, immigration, brown girls and sexual themes too
I loved most the short sections and the parts when she talked about her mother and her daily struggles in a foreign country.
To put it bluntly, I had high hopes about this collection but I was disppointed most of the time, I could not deny that I had joyful moments among some sections and illustration but it is not my cup of tea overall .
The book is split into five chapters: wilting, falling, rooting,rising and blooming. It tackles different themes ; love, mourning, depression, aspires, memories, relations, immigration, brown girls and sexual themes too
I loved most the short sections and the parts when she talked about her mother and her daily struggles in a foreign country.
To put it bluntly, I had high hopes about this collection but I was disppointed most of the time, I could not deny that I had joyful moments among some sections and illustration but it is not my cup of tea overall .
I love more the book that could change your mood completely, energize you and soften your pain. I am not into poetry; the reason I had picked up this book was that I wanted to indulge myself and try different kind of books , I think will keep chasing good poetry books till I find one.
when snow falls
i long for grass
when grass grows
i walk all over it
when leaves change color
i beg for flowers
when flowers bloom
i pick them
- unappreciative
like the rainbow
after the rain
joy will reveal itself
after sorrow
what is it with you and sunflowers he asks
i point to the field of yellow outside
sunflowers worship the sun i tell him
only when it arrives do they rise
when the sun leaves
they bow their heads in mourning
that is what the sun does to those flowers
it’s what you do to me
- the sun and her flowers
your voice does to me
what autumn does to trees
you call to say hello
and my clothes fall naturally
even if they’ve been separated
they’ll end up together
you can’t keep lovers apart
no matter how much
i pluck and pull them
my eyebrows always
find their way
back to each other
- unibrow