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A review by simonlorden
But Not Up Here (Poems About Remembering In Neon) by RoAnna Sylver
5.0
And your name is the reminder, as I fall, to open my wings.
I was so distracted by the beauty of these poems that I didn't realise what the numbering/sections were for until the third one.
How have you been on your tightrope-walk between the stars?
Reading and rating poetry always feels strange to me because it's usually so much more personal than other types of work, but I adored the verbal images in this collection.
An inferno ignited by stained-glass windows. Angels with iridescent wings and psychedelic robes
While these poems were personal, they were also about emotions experienced by many people - and while I didn't find most of them personally relatable, I don't doubt that they could have an even bigger effect on others who dealt with similar grief.
You never even needed the forgiveness you craved, the redemption so sure you were too far gone to receive.
Lastly, every single one of these poems had that very distinct "RoAnna feel" that is difficult to describe, but I'd associate it with flying, strength in each other, and overcoming trauma.
Years later, I can breathe. And that is enough.
Favourite poems:
☄️ YOUR REAL NAME
☄️ YOU CAN FIND ANYTHING ON THE INTERNET THESE DAYS, EVEN YOURSELF
I was so distracted by the beauty of these poems that I didn't realise what the numbering/sections were for until the third one.
How have you been on your tightrope-walk between the stars?
Reading and rating poetry always feels strange to me because it's usually so much more personal than other types of work, but I adored the verbal images in this collection.
An inferno ignited by stained-glass windows. Angels with iridescent wings and psychedelic robes
While these poems were personal, they were also about emotions experienced by many people - and while I didn't find most of them personally relatable, I don't doubt that they could have an even bigger effect on others who dealt with similar grief.
You never even needed the forgiveness you craved, the redemption so sure you were too far gone to receive.
Lastly, every single one of these poems had that very distinct "RoAnna feel" that is difficult to describe, but I'd associate it with flying, strength in each other, and overcoming trauma.
Years later, I can breathe. And that is enough.
Favourite poems:
☄️ YOUR REAL NAME
☄️ YOU CAN FIND ANYTHING ON THE INTERNET THESE DAYS, EVEN YOURSELF