Dying is an art

Or so she said !

What of the mind so troubled
that lucidity all but gone
and the only sound drear, sombre notes
ne'er the cheerfulness of song.

What of the mind so troubled
that the future not a thought
and death is a friend whose companionship
every decade insanely sought.

What of the mind so troubled
that love leads only to death
and there finally peace in an angels arms
a full stop as a final breath...

Author's Note

Read a couple of Plaths' poems and then this penned

Reviews

[DIVYA]

The verses speak to me of the killer grey fog of depression. A very scary and helpless place to be. No words to express the agony of the legendary poet. Loneliness just makes it worse. Death is the release. Your words were strongly felt and appreciated.
The title of the poem is so apt.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Silvia plath indeed was a masterpoet .. a bit upset from life maybe , i can't say .. Life is unfair , we all have seen that .. it feels good to find comfort in the idea of death , for we are unaware of it ! thought -provoking write , my friend . keep safe and smiling
XO

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Gee]

Just simple stuff, no big complicated words so hopefully easy to understand.
Thank you for reading and commenting

[poetgurl]

kinda sounds like the art of dying....
you write very well

[Gee]

Thank you. Simple, uncomplicated writing.
Thank you for reading and commenting

[Ken Simm.]

Beautiful my dear friend, beautiful. Could be engraved in various places and not just the heart.

[Gee]

Thank you Ken.
Hope you are keeping well

[Words of Wisdumb]

Birth is the beginning of all suffering. Death is the end. Nicely Penned.

[Gee]

Thank you ..

[rew]

Very nice, very sweet, shame 'bout the '' ne'er ''

the last line looks good tho' - original.

did you know Ted Hughes' grave often gets vandalised because he is blamed for her death - the second, of his wives, to commit suicide?

[Gee]

Morning rew. Regarding Ted Hughes, no, never knew that. Wouldn't think it would bother him much :))
Thank you

[Pete]

sobering and thought-provoking. living is so stands to reason that dying also is. to me, death is not an answer but a question. as my muse thoreau wrote,
"We are ever dying to one world and being born into another."

well done ... :)

[Gee]

Cheers Pete. Happy New year to you and yours

[T.S. Ulmus]

There is so much angsty teenage garbage on the subject, it's nice to read a contemplative piece. I agree with Patricia, what poet could not write about this? Your words are thorough, what mind could burrow to the depth and the breadth and find such a seed that would lead to the need of such a deed. Can't say that I've never been there, though I'd rather leave a widow at the window than have every eye dry at my wake. Or maybe it's better no one cries for my sake.

[Gee]

Great review, loved " I'd rather leave a widow at the window than have every eye dry at my wake"
read moreGreat review, loved " I'd rather leave a widow at the window than have every eye dry at my wake"
Never contemplated suicide, seems such a selfish act.
Thank you
Hope you are keeping well.

[Patricia]

Very well written and a poet is not a poet until they write on this subject and in such a beautiful manner. Excellent work

[Gee]

Thank you Patricia