Pure Gold Baby

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Silence follows after

the poetess deals you tranquility –

the bliss of the sad moon

caressed cold distance

 

that separates beauty

into tangible things

 

and you retreat into the carnival

mocking all angles of the self

into the distance, a keen eye –

a heart that needs its own heart

just to begin on the colours,

begin

on the tone of your dusk

 

a meteor

going down in respectable fashion,

you blessed the good ground

 

you must mark the wreathes by now

but the spool of your cord

draws us ever closer in.

 

© Sam R Geraghty

 

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#poetry #Sylvia-Plath #ode #spirituality #suicide #biography #The-Bell-Jar #free-verse

#American-poetry

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