Today's post is a golden shovel, inspired by a quotation from Sylvia Plath. I heard someone say it in a podcast, and the words stuck with me all day. It's a keen observation on what words can - and cannot - do in times of grief and struggle. Mix in the grief that keeps popping up as a theme in my world - both mine and those I care about, and this poem came out:
"What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?"
- Sylvia Plath
"Conversation Among the Ruins"
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