A Poet’s Voice

Stoner on a rollercoaster

I just opened The Bell Jar and air swirled in a dark cave of my mind, actually one of many dark caves.

But this one is special.

This one is pristine.

No dust, no spiders, no webs.

It’s like a clean portal with darkness of a black hole, that can swallow every smile on the planet in one morsel.

It’s reserved for Sylvia Plath, The queen of melancholy!

She marked her name on it when I heard her voice for the first time.

Hauntingly beautiful



I listen to poetry in between..life..

And Sylvia Plath reading Sylvia Plath is an experience you can’t miss.

It’s surreal.

Three words into the book I could hear her voice from her cave, as if she was desperately waiting for this moment.

It took few brief moments for her whispers to morph into her same strong, pained tone.

The rest, it’s not me…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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