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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Sylvia and Wings

“Is there no way out of the mind?” ― Sylvia Plath

I cup the quiet in my palm;
feed it imperfect thoughts,
and wait for dreams
to grow from incapable.

Where is the good witch,
red sequined shoes,
a thrice repeated wish
to take me out of my mind?

Tomorrow is the butterfly I chase.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


thotpurge said...

I like the image of feeding thoughts to the quiet in your palm.. beautiful.

Marian said...

Ah, I wish for those wishes, too. Nice, Susie.

Outlawyer said...

Hard to be taken home of your mind doesn't provide it-- very ibteresting jump to Dorothy here, susie. K.

colleen said...

This is perfect, the cupped palm and red shoes wanting to click.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Plath remains an icon and an inspiration.

Mama Zen said...

"to grow from incapable"

That's the line that got me. I relate.

brudberg said...

I like that last line.. tomorrow as a butterfly.. the wish to escape.. what a wonderful hope is captured in that line.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh Susie - "tomorrow is the butterfly I chase." Just brilliant. Poor Sylvia - so beautiful, so brilliant and so unhappy.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This might be perfection Susie--so much to love here

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