ode to Sylvia

First of all I'd like to thank everyone for all the positive comments on my poems yesterday! I've never really shared anything I've written so it was very encouraging.... I found myself coming up with new beautiful ways to arrange words in my head all day yesterday. I think National Poetry Month may shed some light on part of my creativity that has been getting collecting dust somewhere in a dark corner of my mind!
Also thanks for all the good luck wishes on my math exam.... It ended up being open book so we could use the tables, we're studying compound interest and annuities, but I memorized all the formulas already. I was the first one in class to finish, much to some of their dismay. So not only do I think I did really well (I'll find out tomorrow!) I got out of class almost an hour early :)

On to more poetry.... Today I've selected 2 poems by Sylvia Plath from a book I've owned for years, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. I fell in love with her when I read
The Bell Jar in high school.

The mindless April leaves heave sighs

And twirl in aimless sarabandes.

My fingers curl and clutch the skies;

Green blood flows in green-veined hands.


and...

Gold leaves shiver

In this crack of time;

Yellow flickers

In the shrill clear sun;

Light pirouettes

In ballet dress,

While blue above

Leaps the sheer sky.

Gold leaves dangle

In the wine.

Gold threads snap.

In giddy whirls

And sweeps of fancy

Sunlit leaves plane down.

Lisping along the street

In dry and deathless dance

The leaves on slipshod feet

Advance.

Breathless,

Restless,

Gold leaves twirl,

Spiral,

Circle,

Curl.

Brief gold glitters

In the gutters;

Flares and flashes,

Husky rushes.

Brisk wind hushes

hushes

hushes.

And in that moment,

Silent, cold,

Across the lawn,

Dull pools of gold.