I ran my fingers over skin
trying to find impressions of voices
in bloodshot eyes and left
with porcelain smooth disappointment
"You're like stars"
she spoke as the undeniable martyr
"frozen and suffocating
and one day
you'll find yourself
collapsing in dead space"
I learnt to pour tea
in minute movements and timed tips
watching opera in the shards
of children's china
she quoted Plath when
her hands twitched towards
the blackhole between;
"I shut my eyes
and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again."
and somehow she made it sound like salvation.
Author notes
Option ii.
Credit:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again." ~ Sylvia Plath
In a list
A contest entry
- the ethereal rounds i;; turn it up. by Immortal Obscurity.
725 points, ended August 30, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty would be lovely
Comments
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I will say this is just a wonderul work of poetic movement and expression...well versed from start to finish. Thanks again!
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Wow
Beautifuly written, with so much imagery as if though I was there, its interesting how you use these metaphors and let them flow so harmoniously into one piece... really great work of art you have here
love the last stanza"and somehow she made it sound like salvation." as if though her words are so comforting that you believed every word
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Wow. Wow. That was amazing. You did a fantastic job on the prompt, and I will say that you wrote Sylvia Plath better than Sylvia Plath. This was stunning.
Best of luck in the contest, though I'm sure you don't need luck.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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