Something to ponder …

beyond eastrod: Death, grief, and writing . . .

The poet's grief finds a creative outlet (and emotional release) in the poem.  But I know -- from personal experience when my infant son and infant daughter died (now nearly forty years ago) -- there is no way that I could have communicated that grief in any written form. Instead, my grief, tearing at my soul, nearly consumed and destroyed me.

I will have to think about this for a bit.