With wind upon each page, her ink dries quick
and with a churlish lip, she wrote her book.
Behind her gleamed a road of yellow brick
that shone with choice of words she aptly took.

Another poet found, she sampled life
but dirty dishes, kids are small cartoons.
Withstanding disappointment, she’s a sight
as Ted has left for woman or saloon.

Such sadness when the madness did arrive.
And, sadder still,  when choices made are clear.
His pudgy, fat balloons resound and cry.
His mother’s voice no longer will he hear.

Her story older than that pot of gold
she won but was too blind or sick to hold.

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14 Comments on ““Sylvia””

  1. Quickstepp
    September 17, 2013 at 6:33 pm #

    Was Plath the inspiration?


  2. howanxious
    September 17, 2013 at 8:42 pm #

    That is a sad life… I liked the structure and the tone, which was crisp and clear, yet with some feelings engraved in it.


    • howanxious
      September 17, 2013 at 8:43 pm #

      Hers was a sad life indeed. You portrayed it really well. Reminded me of a villanelle I wrote some time before, remembering her.


      • jacquelinecaseypoetry
        January 2, 2018 at 3:02 pm #

        Yes, very sad. The more I read; the more I realize she needed help for clinical depression. Sad to loose such talent. My reply is 4 years later. I wonder if you are still there…


  3. Draug419
    September 18, 2013 at 1:55 am #

    This is good!


  4. trifectawriting
    September 18, 2013 at 10:34 am #

    I know I like something when I stop breathing when I read it. I just breathed again. Your imagery works really well in the structure. Well done and thanks for linking up.


    • jacquelinecaseypoetry
      January 2, 2018 at 3:05 pm #

      Dear trifectawriting: I know there is a long pause before my reply. (about 4 years!) Are you still writing?


  5. KymmInBarcelona
    September 18, 2013 at 10:40 pm #

    So sad and desperate!


    • jacquelinecaseypoetry
      September 19, 2013 at 12:10 am #

      Yes, from all that I can read (her Journals, etc) she was, very desperate at the point she took her life.


  6. Valerie
    September 19, 2013 at 3:38 pm #

    I too didn’t exhale until I reached the end of this-breathtaking words!!


    • jacquelinecaseypoetry
      January 2, 2018 at 3:06 pm #

      Thank you for response, Valerie. I know it took me several years to reply. Are you still there and writing?


  7. atrm61
    September 20, 2013 at 3:27 pm #

    What difficult choices sometimes we have to make in life-this was a strong piece of poetry and an inspiration aptly used:-)


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