Turning pain into poetry is quite an interesting and daunting (for me) task. I began a cycle of poems dealing with how I felt about my beloved's passing about a month after he had died, and now, a year and nine months to the day after my life utterly was changed, there are still only five poems in that cycle. Now I know why Tennyson's "In Memoriam" took 17 years to compile! :-) And yet, all pains are different, depending on who's gone through them. Ah well... Just musing.
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Date: 2004-04-13 06:43 am (UTC)Thoughts
Date: 2004-04-13 05:51 pm (UTC)Taariel