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“I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly”
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 Lenny Kravitz

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at seventeen
she was so obscene
thought the heavens above
were made to shower her with love

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’til the day she ventured out
got her first taste of  self-doubt
learned lickety-split
that she didn’t mean shit

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she found no glory     …no fame
everywhere it was the same
nothing special was she
nothing more would she be

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the Goddess’s grace
brought a stranger to that place
in time to be revived
and so she survived

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survived to write
but never be in the limelight
the constant depression
led to her writing a confession

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survived to continuously attempt
to end the life she held in contempt
and at last succeed
to fill that aching need

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fame she finally received
when others grieved
the loss of  Victoria Lucas
( for whom the bell jar tolled )
still no one knew who Sylvia was
( years later her story finally told )

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all i wanted that day
was to fly away
free
to be me

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“I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah,  yeah,  yeah”


 “Fly Away”  Lenny Kravitz

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this poem is about a mid-twentieth century rebel girl,  the writer and poet  Sylvia Plath,  who committed suicide a month after the publication of  her famous semi-autobiographical novel,  “The Bell Jar,”  which originally came out under the pseudonym  ‘Victoria Lucas’  in 1963.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of  confessional poetry   in two published collections:  “The Colossus and Other Poems”  and  “Ariel.”   in 1982,  she became the first poet to win a Pulitzer Prize posthumously,  for The Collected Poems.  Plath suffered from depression all her adult life and attempted suicide many times through the years.

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image ~ Coral-tailed Cloudwing Dragonfly  Tholymis tillarga
Bangalore Photograph by L. Shyamal, 2006
GNU Free Documentation License

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originally posted  12 September 2012

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prompted by ~

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If I Could Have Just a Moment     at    POETRY JAM
prompt: So my challenge to you this week is to pick your moment…any moment…and capture it poetically.

{ i attempted suicide when i was 17,  surviving only because a stranger happened upon me in a very isolated location.  had i succeeded,  my daughter,  granddaughter and grandson would never have been born. }


thank you,  Mary M!

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Out of Standard with Izy    at   imaginary garden with real toads
September’s Challenge:  the rebel girl  { i chose Sylvia Plath }


thank you,  Izy!

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∙૧∙ ૡ ∙∙ no, no, no ∙∙ ૡ ∙૧∙

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wish  i  could’ve  gone  to  rehab

to  get  you  out  of  my  heart

never  had  an  addiction

like  my  need  for  you

it  ate  me  up  from  the  outside  in

consumed  me  blood,  bone  and  soul

really  should  have  known

right  from  the  start

to  just  say

no,  no,  no

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“Rehab”   Amy Winehouse

image ~   “beating heart”  photobucket
{  fair use ~  found on google.com }

this is my submission to ~

Yes or No   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:  write about  ‘yes’  or  ‘no’

thank you,  Mary!

i am also participating in ~

NaBloPoMoSoup

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·❦ •Ꮼ• ❧· blackbirds ·❦ •Ꮼ• ❧·

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caw!

hateful man-thing!
let go of  my legs!
let me  fly!  i need to  fly!
you must let me go
for i am king of  blackbirds!

caw! caw!

where am i?
“this be the man-king’s milhaus”  said a pretty little blackbird
another squawked  “we be the man-king’s dinner!”
“don’t be silly!”  cooed the lovely little bird
and next to her i did fly

caw! caw! caw!

“you must be my queen”  said i
“and you my king”  said she
and with that we flew up high
into the dark of  the rafters
where sweet love we did make

caw!  caw… caww…  caaaaw

we watched from the safety of  our perch
as four and twenty blackbirds
were smoked into oblivion
so they cared not where they were
and the man-things took them all away

caw!   caw!   caw!  caw!

come springtime
we had four little blackbirds
with hungry mouths to feed
my queen,  a regal mother
and i,  her loving king

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this song was found in the comments on another blog ~ LOVE it!


“Blackbirds”   Erin McKeown

artwork ~   “Shades of  Raven”   Denise Broussard
{ fair use ~ image found on google.com }

this poem was inspired by the prompts and by the song  “Blackbirds”  by Erin McKeown which references the old nursery rhyme “Sing A Song of  Sixpence” ~

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
And nipped off her nose.
There was such a commotion,
that little Jenny wren;
Flew down into the garden,
and put it back again

many interpretations have been placed on this rhyme,  but it is known that a 16th-century amusement was to place live birds in a pie,  as a  form of  entremet,  which originally was an elaborate  form of  entertainment dish common among the nobility and upper middle class in Western Europe.  live birds were slipped into a baked pie shell through a hole cut in its bottom and would  fly out when the pie was cut into at the banquet.

this is my submission to ~

The Beast in You   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:  write from the point of view of an animal–any animal but a human

thank you,  Peggy!

Prompt #141 Could you repeat that, please?   at    We Write Poems
prompt:  Write a poem using anaphora*

thank you,  Julie!

*Anaphora   (pronounced “ah-NAF-oh-rah”)   means “I repeat.”  Whether in prose or poetry, anaphora is a repetition device where the same expression (word or words) is repeated at the beginning of two or more lines, clauses, sentences or verses.  In poetry the repetition of the phrase can be just at the beginning of each line, setting the tone as a kind of meditation or a mantra, or it can be utilized more subtlety within the poem.  The poem can be free verse or prose style.

i am also participating in ~

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“Blackbirds”   Erin McKeown

lyrics ~

four and twenty blackbirds
perched o’er the milhaus floor,
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o’er the milhaus floor,
watching a pair of blackbirds
a pair of blackbirds more,
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o’er the milhaus floor.

said one blackbird to the other,
“you must be my queen,”
said one blackbird to the other,
“you must be my queen,”
well, the other replied in turn,
“well, sure enough you my king.”
four and twenty blackbirds and
two began to sing.

the queen she sang of milhaus
rising to the sky,
the king he sang of riches baked
in a honey pie.
stick your finger in and taste it
on the sly.
sing a song of six-pence
and a pocketful of rye.

now, the queen she asked that question,
“what makes the milhaus rare?”
the king replied in turn,
“well, tonight it’s you so fair.”
four and twenty blackbirds
too baked themselves to care,
fly away you dainty dish,
two blackbirds flew upstairs.

when that sun had risen
the rhyming it was through.
when that sun had risen
yeah, yeah, the rhyming it was through.
four and twenty blackbirds
had rhymed that whole night through,
fly away two blackbirds
with nothing left to prove.

you count that blackbird lucky
who first to fly away,
bitter that taste left behind and
the lonesome heart astray.

pity not that blackbird,
the blackbird who must stay,
for having tasted blackbird pie,
baked and on display.

four and twenty blackbirds
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o’er the milhaus floor,
watching a pair
watching a pair of blackbirds
watching a pair of blackbirds
a pair of blackbirds more

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breaking all the rules ~ please join us at Poetry Jam

i am delighted to be hosting this week at

Poetry Jam   and the prompt is ~

breaking  all  the  rules


please go to   Poetry Jam ~ breaking all the rules   to read the full post with several ideas for prompts.  i hope you will join us!

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ꔹꗐ•ꗴꔹ apprentice sorceress ꔹꗴ•ꗐꔹ

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she came seeking an apprenticeship
receiving naught but laughter and scorn
a  “mere”  woman
could not be taught the ways of  their enchantments
or so the necromancers thought

if  only they had remembered
that women hold the most holy of  magic
far more potent than any man could wield
if  only they had remembered
some might still be alive to tell the tale

she did not take rejection lightly
hiding  just out of  sight
more determined than they
she learned their lessons
then broke all their rules

she gnawed on bones
until they gave in to her will
she clawed the eyes
out of  live bats and newts
making her sorcery invincible

in the end
mightiest of  all she became
though that was not difficult
once she finished
destroying their very souls

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ꔹ ꗴ ꔹ

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“Wrapped Around Your Finger”   The Police

artwork ~   “L’Envoûteuse” (The Sorceress)    Georges Merle
{ public domain }

this is my submission to ~

breaking all the rules    at   POETRY JAM
prompt:  write about breaking rules

i am participating in ~

NaBloPoMoSoup

“Wrapped Around Your Finger”   The Police

lyrics ~

You consider me a young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they would not teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turn into a shining band of gold

I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger

Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you’re up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
You will see it come to it’s fruition

I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger

Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you’ll never find me
I will turn your face to alabaster
When you find your servant is your master

Oh, you’ll be wrapped around my finger
You’ll be wrapped around my finger
You’ll be wrapped around my finger

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