~from the Collection, Odes to Plath
Hidden in dark-petal
groves where trees of
doubt and rivers of
fear flow –
You stand neck-deep
in the mud of
disillusionment, all
the false promises,
desiccated dreams,
chirping in your ear;
their malevolent
voices
haunting the darkness
as you struggle
to rise,
sinking deeper
until the mud crawls
inside your mouth
forces itself
down your throat,
into your center, attacks
the dreams hiding
in hope of light.
Out of this dire swamp
of human condition
you reach for a
twig, limb of a tree,
for something to hoist,
push-pull yourself
to freedom.
Hidden in dark-petal
groves where trees of
doubt and rivers of
fear flow –
You are growing,
push-pull-leaning
toward
that one ray of light,
struggling to pull
yourself out
of this thing called
Depression –
because there’s an
unfinished sunrise
you’re trying to
find.
~South Carolina, 2011
ARTWORK: Anhelo by Ryan Swallow. To see more of Ryan’s artwork, including this piece, please go here. You may read more about the artist here. Or, you can visit his website at: http://ryanswallow.com
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A very special Thank You to Jingle and Thursday Poet’s Rally for the award below! You are all deeply appreciated.
I nominate mindlovemisery at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/
Marissa Colleen Mullins 
Powerful words and arrangement, I felt the mud going down my throat. Thank you for sharing such talent.
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Thank you Mandy! I appreciate you stopping by and am glad you enjoyed the visit. I am working on deep imagery in my poetry and am happy to know you “feel” the work when reading! Blessings, Marissa
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kind of dark, but very deep, apt, a d beautiful imagery,
Glad to see you back
Happy Rally.
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Thanks Jingle…yes, exploring some darker themes – working on a collection about mental illness – that ideally opens that experience up to the readers while showing the light and hope as well. Thanks and blessings:)
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I love this poem
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This is amazing the imagery, the depth of emotion and those last lines stunning I love it
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The idea of an unfinished sunrise paralleled to life and depression is very thought provoking. I imagine a morning where the sun begins to rise then is obscured by dark, quick-moving clouds. You put forth great imagery in this poem. Well done!
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Thank you so much! I deeply appreciate you taking the time to read and comment – so happy you liked it! Blessings 🙂 Marissa
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Sylvia Plath remains still one of the greatest modern poets….taking that gifted black hell inside her and giving us the most powerfull glowing poetry ever written…well done and it seems you understood her essence!
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Excelent work!
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Thank you! Am very pleased you enjoyed it:) Blessings!
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I’m happy you liked it – and it’s interesting to me that you’re reading my work. I hope you’re having fun:)
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I do enjoy it. Interesting? Why do you say that?
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the despair, yet the hope. love it
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I read through your blog and find it very interesting. You are a more diverse person than you may see yourself to be – I’m pleased that my work appeals to you. Do, please, keep visiting! 🙂
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I plan to keep visiting. I love to read your work.
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Enthralling poetry. Absolutely love this one…the flow, the heart, the imagery, the mood, the truth that’s in it. Thank you :~)
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Thanks so much for the compliments and thanks for stopping by to read. I’m very happy you enjoyed it!
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