MORNINGS WITH SYLVIA

I’ve memorized how poppies dance in my blood every midnight,
Til I turn into a pale moonlight
A stasis in the night, cloudy eyelids shut

And then I rise like thin hairs on skin, cold breeze within
A dark house in my universe,
A paperweight head in dirty white sheets

The pain we share burns now in the eye of the emerging sun, flickering
Piercing my windows, hanging on my ceiling

I ingest sugar pills in the morning,
I ingest art, I ingest you
My favorite breakfast
The extracts from your left breastβ€”
the white milk leftovers prepared before you left
I keep stirring, concocting my black coffee
And then I eat the crumbs of you
Transcendence occurs in my stomach
Oh, how you speak too much and too little!
Your words in turmoil, I taste
As the claws of letters hook my skin

I hear the birds sing your morning song,
a motherly poetry
I hold on to a red balloon, the strings of my twisted sanity
Then I lick the spilling ink of polarity
For I am like Lady Lazarus too
And only we know what happens between us two

A summoning, a ritual for the morning

A lemon bleeds now in the sky
Drips on my naked flesh, dazes my naked face
I burn, and then you
You burn and burn, til your coruscating soul shows
Your eternity, your perpetuity!


REMEMBERING SYLVIA PLATH ON HER 55TH DEATH ANNIVERSARY

“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
β€”Sylvia Plath

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42 Replies to “MORNINGS WITH SYLVIA”

  1. This is a tribute beyond my feeble words of awe and admiration to an artist par excellence. Eli, I can’t even begin to tell you just how sublime this poem is. My words would never do justice to your artistry. Plath would undoubtedly smile in appreciation. This is just beyond beautiful. I wish I had more words. Bravissimo, Eli!!! ❀

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      1. Oh my, Eli don’t say that. Do you even know how beautifully you write? It’s I who looks up to you and I mean it with all my heart. Often times, I don’t even know how to comment.

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  2. This is a lovely tribute. Every word, every line, the whole picture is so full of love for the artist I never got acquainted with. May she rest in peace, in your heart. ❀

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  3. I couldn’t express my love for this one Eli.
    This is beyond my wows and appreciation. I wrote a tribute too for her and I know our words can never do justice to such a splendid soul but your words are sheer Bliss.
    So much love.❀️

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    1. Thank you so much, Devika πŸ’– Indeed! Sylvia’s writings are exceptional πŸ’– I’ve been missing a lot of your poems, I’ve been so off lately. I’m so excited to read them, I’ll check them now πŸ’–πŸ’–

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