A deep gulf of cloying noxious liquid
In a space the size of China in my heart.
Imagine the darkness burns like acid,
Oily goo clings to the walls of that vast pit
And lays in heavy stillness all around.
This is my own vat of pain. I can feel it
Sticking between my ribs; a swelling mound,
A sinking swamp daring me to try a taste
Of its putrid emotions, hot as hate.
Mornings I wake sunk to my waist in the waste.
I go for swims, dangle my toes, tempt fate.
But always by bedtime I’m perched up high,
One eye on the pit, one eye on the sky.
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| "Stars" by Maxfield Parrish |
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ReplyDeleteThe hero isn't female which I think detracts a bit but the picture you have is really only about the last two lines, where as this gets at what you spend most of the poem talking about.
Oo, that is a very interesting picture! too bad that there isn't a way to post the pic, not just the link. thanks for finding something--i think i'll post it under the pic i picked :)
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