Review of Psychaotic by W.R. Watkins

W.R. Watkins rated it 5 of 5 stars

Where to begin with this book?

Well, for starters: this book is brilliant.

It is a rarity for me to find a book that deals with complex issues, yet manages to execute those issues with a refreshing brutal honesty, soul, humor and vulnerability.

This, for me, perfectly sums up ‘Psychaotic’.

Ms Zahra has no trouble writing out her thoughts, and feelings, telling the reader exactly what she is feeling at the time of writing her poetry. And that is a very, very good thing! Not everyone wants to read about Daffodils…

She not only does this time and time again throughout the book, she also presents to us who she is as a human being, who has experienced love gained and lost (‘Look For Love’; ‘Remind Me’), dreams rising and falling (‘Perceptions’), self-harm (‘Drought’; ‘Roses On My Arms’; ‘Control’) and wonders about life around her (‘The False Chapters’; ‘Tomorrow Never Comes’; ‘Somewhere In A Graveyard’), talking about the mysteries of demise to the weather (‘Dear Rain,’; ‘Thunder).

On more than one occasion, she bares her soul to you, the reader. It is almost like you’re in a therapy session, with the reader as the therapist, and she is your patient (in the best kind of way!). Not only do these entries present her vulnerability (‘Petrified’; ‘The Crossroads’), but they also show her strength of character, who at one point switches from pining for her lost love (‘The Absurdity Of You’; ‘To Play A Broken Record’; ‘The Impossible Him’), to saying that it is now over for good (‘End Of Us’).

For me, the stand out poems in this book are the ones that directly reflect the writer, and her motivations for writing. One such example can be found in ‘A Way To Write’, where we meet the writer face-to-face, no mask, and learn about her motivations and inspirations for writing.

I have listed only a few of the poems that talk about the themes I have listed. There are so many stand-out poems in this book; I wish I could talk about them all! But then, that would spoil it for the next reader, so I won’t do that.

Some poets are content with hiding themselves behind complex metaphors, overuse of similes, and using other people’s names for their own personal gains. No such this will be found in ‘Psychaotic’. 

This is ‘Psychaotic’, presenting Ms Irum Zahra, and her incredible writing talent, in Black and Red.