Thursday, April 21, 2005

made of plath

I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.

you are chipped, stained and ungodly-like
all the things that i hold dear

and despise at the same time
messy and incomplete

your parts of beauty are what keeps me near.
sustains my need for something more

i breath you in and wait for it all to make sense
you never do.

The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.

you laugh at this
joke easily of painstaking

jabs at my heart
the finish line is haunting.

ghostly figures chat with devils
i too will find my place at the atlar.

debate whether your tongue swimming in a vinegar jar
was worth it, after all.


poetesscrystal said...

I'm almost positive

that you, my dear, will be the poet my grandchildren will study

and thats my word

Mahogany L. Browne said...

i think, that is something that all artists aim for... thank you for making me cry. you got me. you really got me (sigh)

poetesscrystal said...

I'm just paying you back for making me cry :-)

keep writing, girl, you are getting better and better and better!

Anonymous said...

All I can say is...."Simply Beautiful"
Keep layin it down my sista...


P.S....I'm gettin' addicted to this page, pretty soon I'll overdose!

Mahogany L. Browne said...

yea! another addict! now i have someone to share my misery wit! :)