Tiffany Teoh’s book, “The Traveller Series… in forty-one poems”, is, in many ways, a traveller’s diary in verse. No, it does not give you specific dates or locations, but it is filled with beautiful images of nature and lines that are thought provoking. Many a time as I read this collection of poems, I found myself thinking, “Ah, well, I could have thought of that” or, “well, isn’t it obvious?” but that exactly is the beauty of the book. The poems are simple, straight-forward thoughts that have been penned with a feel for rhythm and a love for nature. There is also a running thread of loss and heartbreak; an yearning for a lost love that most readers will be able to relate to, whether it is a thought from the past or a ghost in the present.
The portrayal of life is modern “Life has this OCD/ about keeping everything/in balance” as well as traditional ” ..cloud piercing peaks/ and sparkling souls/with tales to tell”. The romance is palpable and leaves the reader with a sense of familiarity: “I wonder if you ever come across my pieces as well”.
Through her book, Tiffany Toeh explores memory, love, loss, a sense of belonging even when you are on an endless journey and the kind of love that leaves an indelible mark upon your heart. Filled with short poems and images that are not only smartly woven together but also have something to make you pause and think, this is a book to savour and return to.
About Tiffany Teoh:
Tiffany is a Malaysian born Chinese, of Peranakan heritage. She was raised in Kuala Lumpur until the age of 17 and proceeded to live in Australia for 8 years until the age of 25. She is currently hitchhiking and traveling around the world with her fiancé and their puppy. For more on Tiffany, visit her website.
About,The Traveller Series:
The series started from a longing to want to travel after hearing all the good and bad tales from long term backpackers.
Every single piece that made it and didn’t make it in this is book has a special place in my heart as they were the beginning of a journey of a memory that never happened, but a longing that was constant.
We all naturally have it in us to wonder and wander, it’s just a matter of allowing it to take you to places.