DeAnna Esquilin

Rookie (5/7/70 / Bridgeport, CT.)

For Sylvia Plath & The Like... - Poem by DeAnna Esquilin

Dead Poets are liked pursed clams camped in hallow graves
Glassed, cold, mute but wiggling.
Clicking their deep hand prints in secret places
It seems strange to go seeking illumination from such sad & blighted ghosts

Never again to know their perceptional genius

Their marred hope
Their savage intimacy
Their staunch resolve
Their breached grace
Their caustic tragedies

To be so incapable to draw on the beauty of their art to anchor them to life

Comments about For Sylvia Plath & The Like... by DeAnna Esquilin

  • Wandering Scarlet (1/10/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    Interestingly enough... Sylvia Plath's name has come up many times for me this weekend. I too am a fan of Her writing!

    On another note...
    Your poem is great, and filled with powerful emotion, very good work
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  • (12/21/2009 2:38:00 PM)

    You have said what I was thinking about today. (Report) Reply

  • James Mclain Is It Poetry (12/18/2009 1:43:00 PM)

    when they rain thier
    words..are a bit..
    still sweet...if not a little..
    sour and tart...iip
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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