For Sylvia, on the Day You Left

For Sylvia, on the Day You Left

This day the glass cracked blue,
the mirror was a window, no longer
empty space looking back into churning seas.
I hear you shriek, and shriek again,
this time it’s real: the uncut grass,
the bees and balloons, the shadows
and the moon. And you, you are the embryo,
the gift, the color of the sky that blooms.
There is a space for love.

But you haven’t gone, Sylvia.
You still whisper to me in colors, and when
I say “not good enough,” you turn my mirror
into a window. The words you send I write. You know.
I feel. You sent me lost, so I could be found. Sending
me your darkness, so I have hollow bones and cry
shadow tears, and you say ~ write. I try, Sylvia.
Don’t swirl me lost.

10 thoughts on “For Sylvia, on the Day You Left

  1. wow, I’m dying to know who Sylvia was…(lost child, mother, you?” I’m so confused…lol)
    GREAT poem… I really like “you sent me lost, so I could be found”.. 🙂

      • wow, didn’t know that it was the anniversary… I would love to know her reasons behind “ariel” though, but “edge” saddened me, feeling her giving up…well, I’m sure she would be honored that you write wonderful poetry about her…I think she knew she would never be appreciated until her death..which is so sad and so true about most artists.

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