I always believe it’s easier to review fiction than poetry. There’s just something about poetry that lends itself to individual interpretation, and one’s review of someone else’s poetry tends to be subpar.
But, let’s give it a go, shall we?
Sophia Thakur begins with the process: two poems that discuss the writing process as a “natural process of the heart”. Not just the writing process itself but the ebb and flow of life and one’s ability to “always restart”. Through the four sections (Grow, Wait, Break, Grow Again), Thakur’s heart bleeds onto the black and white pages.
Writing poetry is hard because your bare your soul to the world in a raw and sometimes uninviting way, but there’s nothing undesirable here. Thakur’s words beg to be read and cherished and reread.
She has so many verses that destined for immortality. Be sure to get a copy when the book hits the shelves in September.