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Thread: Genius in a Suitcase (in Memory of Sylvia Plath)

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    Genius in a Suitcase (in Memory of Sylvia Plath)

    You, Smith girl, standing tall
    against a classroom wall like
    a Doric pillar; fissured
    from holding up the weight
    of your language before the
    final
    fall

    Tongue caught in stone crevice;
    your soul gone rigor mortis -
    regardless of corsages pinned,
    love notes penned.

    Yet, so alive
    when your mind did
    the
    tribal dance, all afire
    with
    red awake lines
    running
    running
    down a sheet,
    your blood.

    you left luggage,
    the pressed fabric of your mind

    white sheets,
    stanza structured;
    folded neatly
    in a case,
    dark.

    Yes, yes
    like you I confess
    but you were a giantess
    casting word shadows so grand
    even Lowell could not understand

    until he read you
    again
    again,
    posthumously

    isn’t it the
    sad case

    opened
    once you’re gone

    Genius
    unfolded
    like clothing
    that’s been
    packed away too long

    aired out,
    out of the dark

    Suddenly, Outstanding.


    Last edited by SilverMoon; July 21st, 2017 at 11:23 PM.
    “Imagination is the only Weapon in the War against Reality” Lewis Carroll

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    Quote Originally Posted by SilverMoon View Post
    You, Smith girl, standing tall
    against a classroom wall like
    a Doric pillar; fissured from*** Fabulous imagery...
    from holding up the weight
    of your language before the
    final
    fall

    Tongue caught in stone crevice;
    your soul gone rigor mortis -Love your style, and your word choice, so unique and original ...
    regardless of corsages pinned,
    love notes penned.

    Yet, so alive
    when your mind did the
    tribal dance, all afire
    with
    red awake lines
    running
    running
    down a sheet,
    your blood.

    you left luggage,
    the pressed fabric of your mind

    white sheets,
    stanza structured;*** This was where [for me] this poem went to the sublime
    folded neatly
    in a case
    dark.

    Yes, yes
    like you I confess
    but you were a giantess
    casting word shadows so grand
    even Lowell could not understand

    until he read you
    again
    again,
    posthumously

    isn’t it the*** These last lines are powerful enough to stand alone.. a complete powerful , poignant poem..
    sad case

    opened
    once you’re gone

    Genius
    unfolded
    like clothing
    that’s been
    packed away too long

    aired out
    out of the dark

    Suddenly, Outstanding.

    ___________________________________
    This is an older poem, revised this morning

    You have such a unique, clever way of expressing yourself... That you are skilled is obvious... I always enjoy reading your work, each one is unforgettable and remains with me for a long time, I may not remember each title, but the essence is there.. Thank you for sharing...
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    If you are a fighter, teach a leader
    If you are a lover, touch a leper
    If this has helped you, thank you, reader

    If you can read this, teach a thinker

    Author: Lynn Loschky



    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Thank you, Gumby and Blade for reading. And, FireMajic, your review is my sublime gift! Sylvia Plath has always been an inspiration for my Confessional work. For me, her poetry is a kind of controlled hallucination born out of fever, if this makes any sense. All I know is that I tried to give her justice as a person, as a poet. Thanks for confirming that I might just have done this.
    “Imagination is the only Weapon in the War against Reality” Lewis Carroll

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    hello - a terrific poem here - with some nice twists and turns of phrase.

    I didnt understand all of it - but no matter, the gist came shining through.

    casting word shadows so grand
    even Lowell could not understand - going for the rhyme here - when, perhaps, it isn't needed.

    casting shadows from words
    even Lowell could not understand - just a thought

    thanks for sharing
    Ned

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    Reminds me of a gifted genius who is an outcast because they're misunderstood. Clever and original. Enjoyed the work. I'm interested to read more.
    "We never come to thoughts, they come to us."- Martin Heidegger

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    Thank you, Nihilist

    I agree. I think most geniuses are misunderstood. I'll find a link for you which will give you more insight to her as a person and writer..
    Last edited by SilverMoon; April 2nd, 2016 at 07:15 PM.
    “Imagination is the only Weapon in the War against Reality” Lewis Carroll

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    Quote Originally Posted by ned View Post
    hello - a terrific poem here - with some nice twists and turns of phrase.

    I didnt understand all of it - but no matter, the gist came shining through.

    casting word shadows so grand
    even Lowell could not understand - going for the rhyme here - when, perhaps, it isn't needed.

    casting shadows from words
    even Lowell could not understand - just a thought

    thanks for sharing
    Ned
    Hi, Ned. Appreciate all of your comments.

    Glad you got the gist. Here's what I was aiming to convey. Plath wrote about her personal demons and share in "Confessional" genre of poetry

    The whole of this poem is about her most notable work being "published only after her death" - the definition of "posthumous"

    The operative word here is "case" which has double meaning. 1) "Case" as in - the situation. 2) "Case" (Suitcase) represents just this/ or a kind of a coffin where all her bare boned unpublished poems lie. Hence, the title "Genius in a Suitcase"

    casting word shadows so grand
    even Lowell could not understand - going for the rhyme here - when, perhaps, it isn't needed.
    Throughout most of the poem I slant (or internal) rhyme. Words that rhyme or are close to rhymes, running within lines rather than what you've exampled above - rhymes at end on line. I can see why this is perhaps outstanding for you as I've only employed this a few times.

    Her work is finally recognized and published -

    Genius
    unfolded
    like clothing
    that’s been
    packed away too long

    aired out
    out of the dark
    Hope my clarification has helped flesh out the poem for you.

    And thank you, again, Ned!
    Last edited by SilverMoon; April 2nd, 2016 at 07:34 PM.
    “Imagination is the only Weapon in the War against Reality” Lewis Carroll

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    This is an outstanding piece of work. To me, the title is a very important factor, it must draw the reader into the poem itself.

    Which this does! And the poem is simply extraordinary!

    My tongue is also caught in that stone crevice!

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    Love this, love this! You've a wonderful way of taking the reader on a journey, without writing a "tell" poem, which is very difficult to do. Masterfully done.

    So, stupid me is going to make comments:

    Kitchen business first stanza: "from" used twice. I see no poetic reason, so assume error.

    Third stanza: consider dropping "the", on end line, down to next. It is weak ending for line.

    Last line (yep, I dare mess with it): Considering metaphor, "Outstanding" seemed disconnected. Maybe:


    Suddenly, Fashionable.



    Applause, standing up! Sas
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    Quote Originally Posted by sas View Post
    Love this, love this! You've a wonderful way of taking the reader on a journey, without writing a "tell" poem, which is very difficult to do. Masterfully done.

    Applause, standing up!
    Laurie, I don't know how I missed this poem when you first posted it. I'm happy it is here for me to read. Outstanding as is.
    Nellie

    "I have my books and my poetry to protect me
    I am shielded in my armor, hiding in my room,
    safe within my womb
    I touch no one and no one touches me
    I am a rock, I am an island."
    ~Simon & Garfunkel

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