How do you tell a daughter that life moves on from sorrow, somehow, and the heart, that bruised sweet plum, is where the seed lies. How do you tell her that moistened and fed by rot, the seed holds tight in its rough fist a new, green universe as yet completely unimagined but clean, clear in its intention of any contradiction: utterly plum.
Head over heels for this poet's work right now.
If you're a poetry nerd like me, you really should
check her out. Who knows?? It might be just the thing that helps you to see your life anew. Being introduced to new poetry is one of life's sweet joys for me, so if you have a favorite poet of your own, would you be so kind as to leave me a recommendation in the comments section below? Who knows??