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

at the dark edges of my soul

longing to embrace

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“Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)”
Kenny Loggins & The First Edition

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on this recording,  it’s  first sung by Willie Nelson,  then Patsy Cline,  then Tanya Tucker ~

“Crazy”   written by Willie Nelson

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originally posted  23 April 2010

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{ this poem was included in the dVerse Anthology

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artwork ~ “Woman’s Head (Emily L. Prahova)”  by  Mikhail Vrubel
{ public domain }
the image looks nothing like me,  but the expression in her eyes seems fitting

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·•·ϔ·•· person·if·i·cat·ion of the sea ·•·ϔ·•·

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Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That  I am weary of  words and people,
Sick of the city,  wanting the sea.

Imagine,  if  you will,  that I  am speaking to you in a language you understand.  Hear me in the waves lapping upon the shore.  Hold a seashell to your ear ~ close your eyes and listen for I will be there.  I am all water on this Earth.  You call me many names ~ oceans,  seas,  rivers and lakes;  ponds and streams and brooks.  The name matters not,  all water ~ even rain…   even ice ~ is me.  I  run through your body and the bodies of  all creatures and growing things.  I am everywhere there is life.

Wanting the sticky,  salty sweetness
Of   the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of  the big surf  that breaks all day.

You ask how can this be?  That I am everywhere…   the depth and breadth of  my mighty oceans is greater than you can imagine.  The wind assists me in my travels.  The moon carries me back and forth upon the shores.  The force you call gravity draws the rain from the clouds back to my breast.  The rivers run to me ~ their divine being.   I am a force above all others.  I can be gentle and life-giving or I can be cruel and terrifying.  I am.

Always  I climbed the wave at morning,
Shook the sand  from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
Stricken with noise,  confused with light.

As I run through you,  so I call to you.  Atop the highest mountain,  amid the driest desert,  in the heat or in the cold,  in the dark of  night or light of  day ~ always I call to you.  Your need for me is deep within the race-memories of  your cells.  I was here for millions of  years before life was formed in the dark of  my belly.  Tiny amoebas,  bacteria,  algae,  plants,  fish,  reptiles.  Eventually some bored of  me and crawled out upon the land and breathed the air and forgot where they were birthed.  But,  always,  I remain a part of  you.

If  I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead,  of  the wheeling gulls.

You cannot live without me.  Nothing can live without me.  I do not say this pridefully,  it is simply fact.  Whether you are a creature of  the land,  the sea or the air;  you must have water to survive.  And I must have you to feel complete.  Though there are innumerable differences between us,  there are also molecules that we share.  You may think I do not live but how can you say I am not alive when every living being is made in part by the mystical,  magical molecules that form me?  Life came from within me no matter what your form.  Call it what you will ~ science,  creation,  magic  or miracle.

I should be happy, — that was happy
All day long on the coast of  Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!

I shall tell you what I think then you decide…  I remain a part of  you.  I call to your very soul from every tide…  every wave…  every drop of  rain.  Because we all have the divine spark within us that connects us throughout time and space.  I gave birth to you and gifted you with a part of  me.  We cannot escape one another.  I do not wish to part from you and I don’t believe you wish to part from me.  We are.  And we are blessed.

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“Oceans”   Pearl Jam

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the form  { i hope } is a type of  prose-poetry,  interspersing the poetry of  Edna St. Vincent Millay  through my prose,  or story-telling.  many thanks to Anna Montgomery for her  prompt at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.  i also wish to thank  Julie  at  We Write Poems  for her prompt  to write a  persona poem,  from the point of  view of  someone or something other than myself.

i used some,  but not all,  of  Edna St. Vincents’  poem  “Exiled”  which you can read in its entirety HERE.  there is also a bio  HERE.

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image ~  “Rime of  the sea”   TempestasRex on deviantART
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originally posted  5 October 2012

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Meeting the Bar: Postmodern (Prose)    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:    write a prose-poem or incorporate passages of  prose into your poem


thank you,  Anna!

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Prompt #126 Your Masquerade Party   at    We Write Poems

prompt:   write a persona poem,  also called mask poems.  { they are written from a perspective other than one’s own.  Whether it’s a friend,  enemy,  relative,  pet,  inanimate object,  historical figure or someone completely fictionalized,  think and write as if  you were the other character,  bringing them to life and capturing their world.  Wearing their  “costume”  gives you permission to step out of  your comfort zone and change your style,  tone and perspective. }

thank you,  Julie!

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SPARK 16 by Ainsley Allmark and dani harris

SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Blackbird

Inspiration piece

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blackbirds

by dani harris

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sun low on the English horizon
silhouetted in a tree
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
waiting patiently
here i am,  my Love
please,  come to me

i hold my breath
to better hear his song
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
and here i will be
here i am,  my Love
until you come to me

i close my eyes…
hear a soft beating of  wings
blackbird calling to her Love

here i am,  my  Beloved
and here i will stay
by your side,  my Beloved
until my very last day

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complete
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by dani harris
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Inspiration piece
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not the light of the sun
nor the dark of the moon
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not the flicker of the stars
nor the tail of a comet
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not the tides of the sea
nor the petals of a flower
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nothing in all the galaxies
can compare to our love
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you are mine
i am yours
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we are complete
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SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Love

Response piece

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this post is to mark the entry of  the collaboration between  Ainsley Allmark   and  i  into   SPARK 16.

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we hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photographs.

see Ainsley’s photographs and poetry at    Dolphin Muse,    Dolphin Visions,    Ainsley’s DolphinDancer twitpic photostream    or  click on any of  the Dolphin links at the bottom of  this page.

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see Ainsley and my entries into
SPARK 15   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 14   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 13   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 12   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 11   HERE   and   HERE

see my additional entries into
SPARK 10  HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 9    HERE   and   HERE

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originally posted  21 November 2012

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“Blackbird”    The Beatles

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Leonard Nimoy ~ Live Long & Prosper

 

 

 

the world has lost Leonard Nimoy

who was so much more than just Mr. Spock

an icon for multiple generations

actor,  director  (including “Three Men And A Baby”)

author,  photographer,  singer

soldier,  father,  husband

the man who created the Vulcan hand sign for live long and prosper

which is iconic in itself

Mr. Nimoy did live long and prospered

though his life was not nearly long enough

not nearly

rest in peace

 

 

 

 


“Highly Illogical”   Leonard Nimoy  from his album  “Mr. Spock’s Music From Outer Space”

 

 

image  ~  “I am not SPOCK”  by Leonard Nimoy
{ autobiographies,  available on amazon.com  HERE  as well as  “I AM SPOCK” HERE  }  i receive no compensation  for sales of  his books

 

 

 

 

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