Sylvia Sad Heart

An ode to Sylvia Plath. For a contest here on writers cafe.

Oh Sylvia sad heart
the Oven is aflame
Sylvia sad heart
life's a one sided game.

Poppies in october
wasps in the field
pocket full of secrets never revealed.

Oh Sylvia sad heart with rotting blue tounge
Did you dare to ever dream this game would be won?

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

Plath is one of my all time favorite poets...she was an amazing writer, but so sadly tormented. This poem gives a good insight in to the saddness that was her life, and the inevitable catalyst of her demise. Still...this wonderful poetess will be remembered forever...her words living and breathing long after her body was gone. Nicely done.

[Alessander]

The poppies and the wasps are really solid images that allude to both the incontinence and danger of life. I almost always have to tell a writer to instill images into their poems, so kudos to you. I also found that your rhymes where not trite, field/revealed is good, however, I'm not sure that the secrets in a pocket really works. Reminds me of lint, and then my word association can't link lint to secrets - but that's probably just me. The lightness of the rhymes reminds me of Plath's poem "daddy" - in which the rythym almost sounds like a lullalaby - contrasting starkly with the content (ala Blake). The same kind of thing goes on here, with the references to the oven. On the more critical side, I don't think Plath thought life a game - if fact, I can't think of her as competitive in any way, shape or form - unless you were referring to her attempts at marriage and a stable life as a game. Well, I said more than enough. Good, solid poem.

[Gandré]

wonderful...... what you wrote.....you are so gifted.
hugs. thanks for reviewing my Intimacy.

[Alice]

I LOVE SYLVIA PLATH SO MUCH.
And you did her justice. That's a very hard thing to do for me what with her being so high in my esteem. I'm sure she'd be very proud.