The world is white on the outside
but she is black.
The core of her is burnt and raw,
bubbling flesh like molten lava.
The yard is sugar coated and bright
but she is dark.
The soul of her is encrusted and festering
rotting organs like gangrenous limbs.
The world is playfully building snowmen
but she is deconstructing herself.
Laughing children throw snowballs from
behind fortress walls that will melt.
Her fortress is firmly constructed;
joy will not reach her
until it bleeds away like winter.
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Today’s composition explores contrast. I’m trying to be a bit Plath-like here, though it’d be hard to capture the depths of her misery without living the pathos, perhaps?
Shawn L. Bird 
So well-written but so dark. Do we need an intervention? I read it twice. Your imagery, your grammar and your vocabulary are all impressive. I admire your dedication to your craft.
Why, thank you. I do think writing a new poem almost every day has made 2013 my best year yet. Perhaps I’ll achieve brilliance in 2014? lol 😉
I totally get this! Great poem
Glad you get it! 🙂
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Wonderful!
Thanks.
Wonderful use of contrasting imagery and language. An evocative picture of a world disconnected from the subject itself. There is a palpable loneliness and isolation. Dark, yes, but beautiful.
Thank you. I appreciate your analysis.
Plath– Sorry, but I had to look up who she was. Now I’ll have to check out some of her stuff. You did a nice job of describing what I consider a very sad and solitary situation. Have a wonderful 2014, Shawn.
As you will now know, Sylvia Plath was an iconic American poet who died in 1963. She suffered from severe depression throughout her life, and attempted suicide several times, finally succeeding in 1963. She was married to British poet laureate Ted Hughes, but it was not a happy union, as you can imagine. With her mental illness, I don’t think a ‘happy ending’ was ever her destiny. She was brilliant, though, and her dark images are a fascinating and troubling view from the inside of depression.
This is a brilliant piece. I can feel the pain and sadness, yet I can see the playful joy of life. You have certainly captured quite a contrast.
Thank you.