Jilted
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
-Sylvia Plath
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
-Sylvia Plath
- Member since August 3, 2004.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 107 comments.
- I am a 52 year old guy (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Psychologist.
- I have 107 comments, 2 contests, 9 poems
My Poetry
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I think my son watched
Cat in the hat -
I'm afraid I've let you down
In the prime of your life -
My daughter asked me if she could borrow my pistol today.
I asked her why, and she just blew up and got mad.
Guest Book
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Elrenia on February 18, 2005Thank you for the silver. I do pray you realize that it was your need, rather than the desire to win that prompted me to offer the poem. Although we have not experienced anything so harrowing, we have been tested and it is not a pleasant thing. But remember, God heals all wounds. Not to the point of forgetfulness, but the pain does ease. And He will not give you more than you can handle.
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myrataal on August 28, 2004I was not aware of your competition.
I entered because of a comment on my poem. I too think this poem of mine belongs on your page. 
Thank you for reading my work.
Myra
