April is Poetry Month

Since I love poetry so very much, I think I will share some of my favorite poets and some poetry/prose I’ve written. I will try to share some every couple of days. Remind me if I don’t!

To start I will share with you Sylvia Plath.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

And one of my own…

Short

I will love you from
The distance that has always been,
Wipe dry my tears of lonely,
Tuck my need in a sunken chest
Of sweet memories,
And let you go.

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7 Responses to “April is Poetry Month”

  1. Rupert Says:

    Is a long time not to post on your blog….

  2. Rupert Says:

    Let me help with May;

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
    And every fair from fair sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    Will Shakespear

  3. Meg Says:

    OH! I am dreadfully behind! Though I did write a poem every single day of April! I did! I did! =) I didn’t share them! Oops! Maybe I should? I might not be daring enough!

  4. Rupert Says:

    Well if you are to use my pix I feel posting your poems is only fair 🙂

  5. Meg Says:

    Well, now. See? If you ask, you shall receive.

  6. Meg Says:

    Listless I waver zigzag past reality,
    unwilling to stand still my ground.
    Coagulated doubt holds tight my dreams,
    and I pause clumsy within.

    Remnants of yester-me,
    glisten hopeful far in the distance,
    And I am quick holding to this spot,
    waiting wretched my return.

    This song twirls plodding my vacillation,
    and I crumple swift to this discord,
    harsh these thoughts asphyxiate my own,
    Persistence choking my gasp aloud.

    Disoriented I stumble incompetent,
    and lose my way repeatedly…
    grasping pernicious the fear,
    Smothering hope with misplaced blame.

    I laugh extraneous my pain away,
    but tuck it deep within my broken core,
    disquietude paints glossy the truth,
    And I have yet to reach my steady within.

    Foreboding the smell of my decomposing self,
    unable to escape depraved his trap for me,
    Obscure my thoughts I stuff vacant my smile,
    And wait rotting my return.

    My eyes burn regretful my abandonment,
    seared rueful I see my every mistake,
    Unwilling to free myself from guilt,
    I tether rigid my love to reprimand.

    I wear ragged a crown of self-loathing,
    pinch tight my side from carelessness,
    shoed thoughts bound two sizes small,
    and I dance further myself away.

    — April 2011 (Meg)

  7. Rupert Says:

    Fantastic! 🙂 Thank you. Really I love they way yous weave words.

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