The 29th (of 30) NaPo prompt challenged me to write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. I was to pick a poem from the calendar, and then write my own verse that relates to it.
If you don’t know anything about Sylvia Plath, you should. Click on her name to link up. I selected her poem Poppies in July (click for link to analysis) because the city I live in is having a Poppy Festival today. Also, reading the poem and learning about Sylvia’s life was deeply moving.
Poppies In July (by Sylvia Plath)
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep! –
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
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Cactus Flower of Spring
Little Cactus Flower of much despair,
Your short life, a sad bad mad dream.
Your song of pity plays on. Oh lord, I want to touch you.
Deeply reaching your inferior, I want to know your pain.
Misery and pain surround you,
dear yellow flower of agony and sorrow.
Surrounded by cacti, as you are,
I cannot save you in life or death.
I can only see your pain today,
Through words you left of such sorrow.
May your pain be gone, your love remains,
O’ Little Flower of despair.
Yellow, green, red and blue,
I see them now, and I think of you.
(Bill Reynolds, 4/29/2018)
Live and learn and lean both ways, looking for our Cactus Flower.
Mind the thorns and shun the needles, the gaps are there for all to feel.