untitled poem inspired by Sylvia Plath
The following poem is inspired by the engaging confessional poetry of Sylvia Plath. She participated in the growing spread of Surrealism as a philosophy and form of art. Although Plath was a pioneer beyond her living time, she suffered from clinical depression. In 1956 she married the English poet Ted Hughes; they had two children together. The couple separated in 1962. In 1963, Slvia passed away from suicide by the gas oven in the Home, the children were physically unharmed but the devastation still plagued the family for decades later. As writers, I believe it’s more than important to understand and honor the eminent power of those before us, that Inspire us now. It is before me, the silky marbelized inking, Moving like a stone among a waterfall; drips Its word travels through the air, a scorched syllable It is quiet, but still a harmony it is singing, Liked the tongue of a stranger inside bruised lips, So quaint it must be invisible It is devolving now, stars that ...