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sylviasearcher



It felt so close I could almost taste

The honey scented hemlock drizzled without haste

As your poetry once spilled and filled

The crevice of my soul it stilled 

 

The reaching seeking screeching dead

As visions drowned my once fine head

Intoxicated by your ink

Pulling me, leading me, to the brink

 

It felt so close, I could almost end

The endlessness that my soul defends

The reaching, seeking screeching moan

Of a long lost spirit, far from home

 

Oh how oft' I wandered beyond my secret forest place

As familiar footsteps I sensed and traced

The paths of the other like a disciple followed

But their lands were filled with lies to swallow

 

It felt so close, I inhaled those lies

Became all I wanted to despise

Where prose was silenced and fake smiles wide

Perhaps my own face is my disguise? 

 

So that one day when I imagined home

I realise now I was all alone

It felt so close to dream with you

But I'm all your worst nightmares suddenly true

 

It felt so close I could almost taste

The honey scented hemlock drizzled now with haste

Where your poetry lies lost and hidden

My banished soul. Cast out. Forbidden.

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2018 06:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: Probably needs work
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34
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  • Neville

    my new fave...are you sure you are not Ms Plath reincarnated... I really like the way the first and final stanza very nearly repeats itself...not far short of full marks.... Nevile

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks, I'm not perfectly happy with it.
      I think perhaps Plath was bolder than I.
      I like to think I have a connection with Plath but you are just indulging me!

    • Neville

      why would I do that, one of the things I quite like about myself is my integrity...

      • sylviasearcher

        It may be consistent with your integrity to indulge someone ?

        • Neville

          maybe, but then you may never know for sure

          • sylviasearcher

            I'm used to not knowing for sure. Such is life?

            • sylviasearcher

              Wisest she who knows she does not know 😌

            • Crystal Hope

              This is an excellent great piece. well done.

              • sylviasearcher

                Thanks for reading Crystal. I actually thought it needed some editing when I posted.



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