Linking with the wonderful Word Garden Word List Prompt #2 (Plath) created and hosted by the amazing poet Shay aka Fireblossom. Each week we have a theme, and this time it is Sylvia Plath.
Come join us!
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is
because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. ~ Sylvia Plath
In my heart even the moon is counterfeit
It falls into the shadows
Appears with no warning like a maniac
Just to leave again, like daddy when he is
drunk
I don’t brag but that is how I learned
to dither in the gobbledygoo of idiots
First I mailed the letters never written
To the lilies in the forgotten valley
For they were dehydrated like water from an empty
pool
A thirst I could understand
Then I tossed paper planes to nowhere
and sang words that only coiled in
weariness
like a lioness after a futile hunt
When we learn to exist in the silence
we can sometimes exit by that same piercing secret
How do broken hearts and minds mend?
I ask repeatedly to no one that is truly hearing
the peacocks are busy cocking
But the blueberries and empty space listen
Sadly I am no longer hungry for what they provide.
