Stranded

It’s a rainy morning,

yet you’re waiting there.

The wind blows your long

and flowing hair

into your beautiful face.

You don’t move it.

You just stand there,

grasping your purse.

Your dress and cardigan

flow in the wind,

but still it doesn’t bother you.

Who are you waiting for?

Why are you so lonely?

Who would leave you

stranded like that

in the middle of a puddle?

I look into your eyes

and realize it’s me you’re staring at.

Do I know you?

You lift your hand,

as if a ghost, not quite there,

and wave.

‘Hello’ the wind whispers in my ear,

and the rain plants a kiss on my lips.

‘Hello’.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath 

Teardrop

How is it that

something so small

can make us feel

so

utterly

miserable?

A teardrop is clear,

small, pearl-like and

unclouded.

Yet it’s relentless

and leaves me breathless.

Why do you torment me so?

Your beauty is undeniable,

as is your power.

And so it is

that you march your way

down my forlorn face.

What will alleviate the pain

this time?

Who will soothe my aching heart

this time?

I will placidly wait.