The Na/GloPoWriMo Day 29 challenge is to “write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.”
On The Dark Path of Plath by Michael Romani Always on the path of the confessional The words drudged across the page As though engaged in processional Dark as the soul that penned these Though wafted across on a lighter breeze There on the dark path of Plath In a world filled with multiple colors She preferred to pain it black Sometimes depressed in a total sense of lack Listening to a voice like God's thunder It weaved a dark spell she was under And from it, she never climbed out Preferring to climb in an oven instead The talons clenching at her heart Kept her desperate to somehow depart Until finally she did precisely that In doing so, she brought another layer Of the darkness that comes with too little care And knowing that maybe a difference to be made Was not .... (c) April 29, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved





Love this. Very clever! The tragedy of Plath’s personal life (and death) seems to have been fed by her poetry, rather than the other way round (as in, the tragedy of her life feeding her poetry). It’s almost as though she was destined to live and die in such a dramatic way.
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Maybe there’s truth in the adage that art imitates life and life imitates art? Where you have someone so emotionally bound inside her pursuit of the tragic, there is no good outcome to be had? I’m not wise enough to know the answer that. But, I do think about that as I read her life’s story.
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