Caution, mild spoilers ahead.
“Save that space because
I need the time to disperse my rain. The day ahead is
Still long yet, longer than the days behind and
Weeks lost between, that we used to use to have discipline.”
I got this chapbook for free after meeting H.M.Reynold on twitter. I knew from the start that this isn’t the kind of poetry I love, which is basically, the one that has rhyme and rhythm. But as I will read almost anything that is put in front of me, I wanted to give this collection of poems a chance.
Putting it in a simple way, I might not be the perfect person to bestow my judgment on this collection, but as a reader, I have a few things to say.
I find it hard to read poems without any rhyme or rhythm and in these poems both were not present. I did like some of them, but each one I liked there was another one I didn’t. The figures of speech were elaborated, but sometimes too much.
The poems explore subjects such as depression, anorexia, manipulation and dysfunction, but they didn’t invoke any particular feeling in me, and most of the time, I just struggled to understand what the author meant in her poems.
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