HeyJaredBreath of Freedom Poetry
Good kind of weird. On Wednesdays I post a poem from a writer I find inspiring, on Sundays I publish one of my own. - katie anne jamieson
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Morning Song - Sylvia Plath (opens the original)
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Here’s another poem from Sylvia Plath that struck me in some kind of way.—Morning Songby Sylvia Plath from Ariel: The Restored EditionLove set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cryTook its place among the elements.Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statueIn a drafty museum, your nakednessShadows our safety. We stand round blankly as the walls.I’m no more your motherThan the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slowEffacement at
bless the sun (opens the original)
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Indoor plants help me stay sane as the season shifts and we have less sunshine.—»>By Katie Anne Jamiesonmy goodness this tiny plantunfurling beside my window is getting me excited as if it were mesprouting new leaves warm sun on my facewalking into September where sadness is a clouda murky cloud holding back the light.but just enough glitterpushes throughreaching me hereso I bless the sun for her perseverance and warmthshe is my teachershe shows me how to lovewith rosy cheeks an
The Courage of Shutting-Up - Sylvia Plath (opens the original)
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I resonate with this poem. How often I have held my tongue.—The Courage of Shutting-Upby Sylvia Plath in Ariel: The Restored EditionThe courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery!The line pink and quiet, a worm, basking.There are black discs behind it, the discs of outrage,And the outrage of a sky, the lined brain of it.The discs revolve, they ask to be heard,Loaded, as they are, with accounts of bastardiesBastardies, usages, desertions and doubleness,The needle journeying in its groove,Si
if you are real, perhaps Bigfoot is real (opens the original)
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Yesterday was my two-year anniversary with N.M. He’s a dreamboat, and I adore him. It has been 8 years since my divorce (I was married 8 years), and this is the longest relationship I’ve had since. Below I am sharing a poem to commemorate this two-years-together milestone. But I actually wrote it after we’d been dating only about two weeks. Obviously, I fell head over heels.—if you are real, perhaps Bigfoot is realBy Katie Anne JamiesonI want to believe.my spandex prince,my little big squatch —h
The Joyous Defunct - Charles Baudelaire (opens the original)
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Oh, this poem is good.—The Joyous Defunctby Charles Baudelaire in The Flowers of EvilWhere snails abound — in a juicy soil,I will dig for myself a fathomless grave,Where at leisure mine ancient bones I can coil,And sleep — quite forgotten — like a shark ’neath the wave.I hate every tomb — I abominate wills,And rather than tears from the world to implore,I would ask of the crows with their vampire billsTo devour every bit of my carcass impure.Oh worms, without eyes, without ears, black friends!To
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