Found Poetry 265

4/18/20

orange tinder flares
breath of the rain
coffin wombs
mummycloth filaments
it is that hour
to die and sleep
stop talking
grant the guards the day off
they can go home so you can go home
you are well loved
we learned from your lessons
be boneless and go everlasting
as the sky is blue we will remember you

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:

Like:
Dislike:



For poetry, I recommend:


Please show me a randomly selected poem