Your Words. (gathered darkly)

Your Words. (gathered darkly)

for Sylvia Plath

a poem by mj

Colors, blue/red, bleed into print.
I see your images
In shades of grey
The convergence of black and white.
Your words. (meaning leaks from the molecules)

They serve up your death on an altar;
Capitalize on the stigma.
Your words given new meaning
To complement their agenda.
Your words. (dying is an art)

You captured sensations
In a net of language
Just to discover-
Emptiness, stillness, silence.
Your words. (stasis in darkness)

Falling awake out of your fig tree
Up-ended into a life pre-made.
Why did you surrender
Forbidden aspirations slated for fate?
Your words. (her blacks crackle and drag)

Immortality is yours to bemoan;
We crawl into your lines like worms.
I need meaning.
A reason to resist the vacuum.
Your words. (life is the bad dream)

Approaching near-perfection
Your body decays, your voice amplifies.
A photograph negative, comfortable
In the stark blackness.
Your words. (the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow)

Like a moonflower, I thrive in your darkness.