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Poetry Project Poem... Supposedly like Sylvia Plath? |
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Sunflower's Meadow
There's a hydra in my house. Her waters are my inadequacies, Her fire is but my own nature. Mother dear, I meant you no harm.
In what land shall I reap my neurotic seed? The final testimony of a wilted flower Naming her most for The hydra that never was--mother.
Mommy, dear, I had to kill you, And daughter dearer, repeat the same As father dearest squanders pride And husband lovely revokes my name.
A hydra in this house Screaming, you bring gifts of stone Wrapped in lustrous moon-petals Wading in seas of scented wax.
A sacrifice to your pagan god! Yet humbly I know no defining term Such as god, God, gods, Christ! Mythology is child enough.
Or do I call her hope For the very nectar ripped of me A rose, so beautiful, carried by hydra Burning, graceful as any other-
Hence why I love her alone Lest the damned know my heart! Neurotic mind. I am beautiful. I am. I am. I am
Alone in dependency Stirring frigid waters in my bowl. On my table. In my kitchen. Yet under the roof hydra owns.
Daddy dear, you are dead too. By thrice I've killed you now; May Persephone love you still, dead Daddy. For a stubborn demon, you make the brightest
Flame alone. Pay check Ignore it, Daddy. Let Mommy be raged. Cling to sister dear, neurotic one! Daughter and husband by Hydra's flame-
Their skin is so beautiful, sister dear, As it may bubble and melt such a face. One face. Hydra's face. In a sea of neurotic, loving flame.
I will meet you nowhere And so love the same Loved ones, beasts, mythology, Bastards! I take no more.
Lovers! I take no more! Sheppard! I prove thee more! My God, life, rock- I implore Whens't this Sunflower's nectar restore? Nameless my nectar- nevermore!
haloisbymyhorns · Wed Jun 11, 2008 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |
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