I don't understand why popular poetry is not to my taste. Am I too posh?
This book, which I picked from my local library and comes with a publishing award, is a very repetitive exercise of love poetry, with hundreds of variations on the phrase "while you... I". Style: foreseeable adjectives, verbs mostly in the imperative mood (like in a self-help book), and very few provocative or appealing images.
Her shorter poems looked nicer to me, as she kept herself to a brilliant idea. The longer ones lack a clear path, and meander from feelings, sensations and piled words with very little rhythm.