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Celestialpie

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

-Sylvia Plath
"Elm"

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  • marcusmoore : hey CP on July 31, 2009
    long time no see/read LoL It's nice to see ya on here and back to SP...Just wanted to say hello and I hope that you'll be hanging out here for a while, there aren't really all that many people that are still here from when you were here, there's a lot of newer people and hard to remember all the new names. Just thought I'd stop and say hi to somebody I recognize before I left long long ago. Hope to hear from ya again sometime soon

    TTYL
    MM
  • on March 22, 2009
    hello i love your poems. hope u write some more bye

    p.s sylvia plath rocks!!!! great choice for your page!!!
  • Truthful Sinner on March 18, 2009
    hello, how is it going?
  • Brian Balzer : What?! on March 14, 2009
    No Guest Book entrys?! No Way! I get to be your first! Woo Hoo! Hi Pie! Long time no talk too. Holler at me sometime. I know how to use my live messanger now.
    Brian

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  • on The Ages of Woman by celestialpie, on November 23, 2009
    Hi manhaq. I don't get on here very much these days-- life has a way of happening, as I'm sure you know. But I wanted to write and say thanks for commenting on this piece of mine-- it's been a few years since I posted it, and I'm glad to see that my work resonated with you. Yes, birth and its absence raises a lot of questions about love and relationships, and especially responsibility. Your grandson sounds like a lucky kid.

    Pie

  • on Hanging Blood by celestialpie, on April 19, 2009
    Thanks, Dave. I agree, it is a cliche. On the other hand, what else are we going to do with suffering? Lord knows, there will always be plenty of it.

    Lauren