First things first: I rarely buy actual books anymore. If I do, it’s because I plan to highlight it and sticky note it up, or it’s a book I feel it’s important to buy on the day it’s released.
But as I was sitting at the salon waiting for my hair to take yet another bleaching, my dear friend Lili sent me a picture of a poem from this book – The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur.
The screenshot she sent me was of a really simple poem, it doesn’t rhyme at all, and there are odd line breaks and no punctuation or capitalization. But the simplicity and profound realness of the poem hit me straight in the feels. I ordered it on Amazon – in print – and it arrived the next day.
I almost forgot I ordered it but was super stoked to see it in my mailbox. The book is much thicker than I thought it would be, with illustrations by Rupi, and it’s broken into five sections: Wilting, Falling, Rooting, Rising, and Blooming.
The first poem on the first page is this:
on the last day of love
my heart cracked inside my body
And from there, I devoured every page – reading, rereading, rereading again, going back and putting a tab on pieces that moved me to tears or made me gasp.
This is poetry like I’ve never read and yet I knew it for what it was as soon as I read the first word. And I am absolutely in love.
Regardless of where you’re at in life or if you dig poetry, I highly recommend The Sun and Her Flowers. I haven’t finished it quite yet because I keep going back to feel my favorites again and again, but I think this could be a winner for anyone.