When you were with me
I never could die
My eyes wandered
without you, my fear had noises
all the steps, the shadows
were solid things
When I wrote the death
it scratched out sheets of paper
but when you were with me
I was for lasting the entire life
Your legs
supported my falls.
J.T.Parreira
The poetry is the subject of the poem.
Wonderful tribute to their volatile, somewhat tragic love - and a great conclusion!
When you were with me
I never could die
So true. And death when turned opposite.
There is no polite way
of being happy
This is really well done, JT, especially S3 and 4, wow.
I'm reading Plath's journal now. I have not yet reached the point where she meets Ted. Should be interesting.
Nice work.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Nice poem. The last lines are wobderful.
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