Sylvia may have reconsidered,
had she known the recalcitrant martyrdom
she'd unwittingly inspired -
she abhored such blatant attentions
focused upon her being -
she detested whining and simpering fools,
although she was not unaware of
or immune to their inevitable purchases
of breath.
She'd thought she was ending the farce,
not composing yet another one
more legendary
than her own stark symphony -
her misery did not require
attendance
or adulation
in order to thrive.
Yet, who's to say
what might have been,
given half a chance
beyond demise?
The shadows invariably give way
to sunlight,
if only briefly.
There is no Beauty in a bitter end,
no Truth that remains
untainted by gossip and speculation.
No one really understood
her twisted dreams
or clarity of vision,
least of all, herself;
she merely danced.
There may have been an epiphany
upon an endless day,
come some infinite night -
we'll never know for sure.
The grave ultimately silences
even the best of us;
there is no song bursting forth
from this broken sparrow.
Sylvia Plath at Smith
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Thank you for hosting, Sandi. Sylvia Plath is quite famous, actually - as well as being infamous for committing suicide at a relatively young age, unfortunately - which is what originally prompted me to write this poem. I've done several columns on her and her work, and one in particular has many links with her words and other research information, including YouTube links of her reading her own poetry, should you care to peruse further. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Be well, Poet. 
Thank you kindly, M'am. I'm glad my thirst for knowledge helps others quench theirs, as well. Click on my list, "Inspired by Famous People" for other pics, as well as the first Plath poem you read earlier. I'll send you a link for more. 
I know it is you! lol
Thank you for hosting & for your kind comments, Starry Night54...I'm pleased you enjoyed it...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
I'm sorry about your crash, Tom. Glad ya made it through it, Poet. 
