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Iron Sharpens Iron

timid soul sparks light
a feeble space to wonder
sharpen iron words

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Posted in Poetry

Passerby

morning emerges
slowly unfolding ruby
blistering later.

crashing darkness bangs
spitting out stars and swallows
a weary night calms.

withering blanket
invisible white on white
marks vibrant patterns.