You were invaded in anonymity;
little Trojan horses crawling like toes
made you cough up cloth red as a sestet sun.
This is wondrous to simple folks.
They called it God’s Plague, snapped
apart the solution a virus brings.
Why do you denote my boots, sir?
They are worn by Death, a coloring
book of indiscriminately cooked nooks.
Your private life is divulged in
your dying days. I marvel at
the Scythe’s sure-fire killing ways.
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A Plath emulation.
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I see I commented on this once before.
I also see I mentioned it was a Plath emulation. I'd say the first and last stanzas are the best; they open and close the piece nicely and work well. A nice piece all in all.
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Hmmm, it seems you are correct. I'd forgotten you'd already commented on it.
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Thank you.
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a wonderful Plath emulation.
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Oh yeah; I hadn't realized I used it twice. I shall examine my choices and make a proper substitution...or something. Yeah.
Thanks for the comment and applause; free points never hurt.
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You were invaded in anonymity,
little Trojan horses crawling like toes,
making you cough up cloth red as the dying sun.
Plath would be proud of this...it had her voice and her movements, and yes, even a bit of her soul. The only marr that I will mention is the fact that I think using the word 'dying' twice is a bit of a hiccup to the smoothness of this piece...but other than that, this is quite excellent and a beautiful example of a great poet. -
Good
Strange, but good
But what is the main point?
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