... damn you for depriving the world of the greatness you could have been, ....
For Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath, two who left too soon.
Image (c) 2009, Karla Dorman
i am pissed. who died
and made you God, the
giver and taker of life?
it wasn't yours to do
with as you want. i was
just beginning to know
you, love you: i would
have liked to talk to you,
to see if there was
anything i could do, but
no: you threw it all
away in a fit of madness
i'll never understand. the
only thing i have to
remember you by is the
sum total of your works
i hold in my hands: this
is not how i wanted it to
end, your life reduced
to a poetry anthology!
somehow, i expected more
- damn you for depriving
the world of the greatness
you could have been, for
determining life wasn't
worth living. it is. it is.
Karla...it is poetry like this that tells us that life is more precious than mere words...your poem is both a tribute and a reality check, let us reflect on both...
Tragic events; powerful words from you, Karla. To lose someone dear to you through suicide is indescribably painful and confusing. What a waste when someone second-guesses the Creator of life. So sad that they can't believe the value He places on their lives.
Connie
To me, nothing is as sad as the "self hate" that so often
causes an individual to end his/her own life. You have raised
the bar with the disenchantment that inspired this powerful poem,
Karla. Surely one of your best. Would that your words could ressurrect Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath...and Hart Crane.
-gene.
I think they would both have appreciated the no-nonsense style of this Karla. And you're right = life IS worth living and their loss is our crying shame. Bless you, Kate xx
Yes, sad and tragic to have lost them both. Don't know which is worse-the medication that would have rendered their creativity dull and lifeless or the madness which made their genius self-destructive. There doesn't seem to be any middle ground. A person wishing for death can neither see hope or life. Especially tragic were the two very young children left without a mother(Plath's). Thank you for this honest revealing of the void left by both poets and the meaning of waste...
In Korea they sung "...suicide is painless..." but not a worthless life with only pain to show for it.
Sadly, we only can take the punches, the sorrows and the missings.
a fit of madness is very powerful ... some poet's entire lives are one fit of madness ... it weakens the soul until it has no choice but to break ...Sexton's & Plath's lives reflected their inner being ... in fact, we should celebrate what we do have from them, if their madness had total control, they would have written nothing ...
powerful,honest,deeply felt poem,Karla! suicide is never right,yet each person must make their own choices and reap the consequences
whether good or bad. Too many poets and artists of all kinds have done this, and it is very sad indeed!
I once commented on suicide by saying no one...no one, can get inside another persons heart, brain and soul to understand why they take their own lifes. Sadly poets, writers and other artists seem to have a mortality rate, mainly because maybe they do feel the weight of the universe more...Very intense write her Karla.
A powerful write from the heart...as some of the others said sometimes when poets/artists exit our life, that is wehn their words are cherished the most...maybe because we discover just how much they mean to us. Your words allow your feelings to shine through these authors were very important in your life before they exited. Hopefully they will return...if they were ad authors they will no one can stay away from here too long. I know I'm glad to be home at the den...blessings my friend again a powerful write with deep expression and emotion.
Joyce B.
BOLD writing which you should write like this more often, Karla! In fact, you should write like this, PERIOD! A poet is simply NOT a poet unless they have read the names of the great and are EDUCATED in the great names of the poets, otherwise writing is just irrelevant with those wannabes spouting nonsensical words. I won't review anything less of this caliber of Poetry Anthology, which is one of your best writes I've read to date, prompts your readers to look up Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath...be well you and Karen Lynn...
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on June 8, 2009
To remember that each of us have written our own path before we graced this earth helps when there is such lost. Words of the poets many times are greater when they are gone because though the words their life had more meaning. loss is always felt hardest when we were still in the early stages of learning. Lady J
Such a shame. To me they may have been wonderful poets, but in real life they were hurting and didn't know which way to turn. Sad! Strongly penned emotional piece, Karla; well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
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great work...
Art Sun...
Sheila
Connie
causes an individual to end his/her own life. You have raised
the bar with the disenchantment that inspired this powerful poem,
Karla. Surely one of your best. Would that your words could ressurrect Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath...and Hart Crane.
-gene.
Lin
Cryssa
A heartfely piece
Love & peace be with you
William
peace, Carole~
Cheers,
Dan
EDWIN
Sadly, we only can take the punches, the sorrows and the missings.
Georg
In Christs Love
Michelle~
whether good or bad. Too many poets and artists of all kinds have done this, and it is very sad indeed!
Love,
ET
hugs
Fee
Joyce B.
Love,
Sage
Life is too short as it is sad
Ray
In Spirit,
Bear
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
With Love,
Cindy