The roots know my full thighs,
My dull hair and balding rows of fingers,
The ten dim tongues.
Does all this white scare you,
This hollowness?
They sleep on my eyes like mutes.
You are always nearby,
Beneath a grey sleeve
And the weaved locks of bright lifelines.
Your children are too thin.
How their cries cradle my bones—
The grey mothers.
I let you lie on my underbelly
Like a shrunken sea.
You drag your nails, stiff scales.
Are you sunk too deep,
Blind needle?
I wear the moon’s brittle sheepskin.
Now I am torn like a mouth
And my face is a nameless glowing thing.
The lights are hooded in comparison, thick water.
This is the emptiness of sockets
Where I am abeyant, my knuckles and teeth in a jar—
I sleep in the palms of depth.
Author notes
Um, wrote this awhile ago on September 26th of last year I think. Plath-inspired. I think this was personal back then but I'm hardly ever sad anymore so it doesn't apply. But for the sake of remembrance of good old sad days, it's in the personal category.
In a list
A contest entry
- For Love Of Sylvia Plath - Prewrites Accepted by Allyce May.
380 points, ended December 11, 2006, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Plath fans, tell me what you think. Any resemblances with her written work?
Comments
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i am sorry i havent read this earlier.
i cant really tap into how this made me feel but i do know the poem itself was pure genius. espeically on the flow.
i honestly hope to one day flow somewhat like you. of course to my own style but i just really have trouble putting my words together where it makes the image clear. you've done that so well.
im definatly going to read more of you as much as i can
♥
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There you are girl! I was looking for you all over AP haha. Hmmm, if you aren't already added onto my favourites I will this instant. And thanks again for another kind comment. They're always appreciated.
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Perfect.
*sighs and shakes head* I guess I should just stop writing all together. There is no point, honestly.
OH, THE TOENAIL-SHATTERING CRUELTY OF IT ALL!!!!!
I figured toenail is much more creative than the overrated heart. Who the hell needs it anyway? Mine's lost in ashes somewhere. Maybe he'll pick it up one day. If he cared to look.
My god, I TOTALLY know how this feels... The unbearable weight of every dark, tar-covered thought and memory on your paper-thin spine, the pandemonium of razor-sharp voices cutting into your sanity, telling you to go lower, dive deeper in your black despair.
Ever downward.
Yes... I know those lows all too well. And you described it with Plath's immortal voice and uniqueness. If that isn't a word, I just made it one. Bite me.
Hard.
Luffle you, snoogle muffin. And yes, I am looney. Love it. All night long.
Sincerely,
~Nothing.
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amazing as usual
took my breath away and filled my head with the most fantastic images!
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exactly. you're a genious.
a kiss on your ass. saves me the breath.
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see? you beat my ass. now stop being so humble!
congratulations on the gold, you deserved it.
Lea
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Well see I beat your ass with a very old poem of mine... back when I was brilliant and didn't know it. Well where has all this talent gone? I have no clue.
Your poem was awfully excellent anyway. You deserved AT LEAST the bronze.
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<3
First of all, three applauds for you!!!
The roots know my full thighs,
My dull hair and balding rows of fingers,
The ten dim tongues.
-The first lines were perfect images for alluring the readers; the imagery you have utilized in this stanza was true to the plathian concept.
I let you lie on my underbelly
Like a shrunken sea.
You drag your nails, stiff scales.
-The assonance of this stanza, i really loved. I dont know if you were conscious of it...but as i said, it was most darling.
Now I am torn like a mouth
And my face is a nameless glowing thing.
The lights are hooded in comparison, thick water.
-Again, the images and thoughts [and everything else] you have managed to conjure overhwelms the reader. I read to only want more.
This is the emptiness of sockets
Where I am abeyant, my knuckles and teeth in a jar—
I sleep in the palms of depth.
-a perfect curtain fall for this poem. So much grief and longing and lurid notions...i give it a three. Most splendid job.
Lots of Philia,
D.Thoures
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Well you should know better than me. Aren't you another Plath reincarnation? Lea finds you brilliant. So do I. But I don't leave very bright comments... not as bright as yours anyway. But do know that I enjoy your poetry at least as much as your comment is flattering. Thank you very much.
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Unreal
Well, words fail me. If reincarnation is possible then you were Sylvia in a previous life! Absolutely astounding.
"Now I am torn like a mouth" - I loved that line. I loved it all. In fact I want to wrap myself in it like a blanket.
This has it all. Imagery, emotion, creativity and depth.
Damn you are good.
Thank you so much for entering.
xAx
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This is the emptiness of sockets
Where I am abeyant, my knuckles and teeth in a jar—
I sleep in the palms of depth.
vivid. grotesque, beautiful imagery, just simply love it.
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i love you... thank you.
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Christ, now I want to remove my entry and try again. LOL
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Oh please, as if MY poem is any competition to this one. You should know full well you naturally do Plath... it's not even an emulation for you. You and Darcy make me sick. lol. So I'll just read your poems and kill myself with envy. I mean, come on... that first line alone is pure genius. I haven't written anything that brilliant in a long long time. "dim tongues"? where do you get this shit? lol. If you're investing in some Plath encyclopedia, I want a copy!
But seriously, this is truly beautiful, and I'm just glad to see something up from you. Now go write some more!
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YOU and Darcy make me sick. Darcy makes everyone sick to the least. Let's agree on that. Yours is better though. In the meaning and everything. It's clearer more accessible. Mine is so utterly confusing and... just hidden behind the heavy literacy of the words. So it's not good. You'll a lways be better anyway. And when I'll grow up, maybe I can attain your brilliance. Thank you though, I really appreciate it. And don't remove your entry!
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