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Spirit of Lady Lazarus

She was a fiery seashell,
  lost 'neath convoluted oceans
     amongst opuses of pure poetry, 
artistically outspoken 
   'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind, 
  beware Herr Lucifer,   
she rose from the gaseous chamber
   to live amidst ashes of immortality
         & renowned marital infamy, 
    eternally burning spirit of Lady Lazarus

In honor of Sylvia

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.
                 - Sylvia Plath
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 9, 2016 at 12:28 PM
Now how did I miss this one...you have capture the essence of the darkness that she seemed to dwell in, though still writing her soul for those who cared to read. "From the comic accident of birth to the final grotesque joke of death" I am blown away by your words Paloma.
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November 4, 2016 at 11:30 PM
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November 5, 2016 at 9:24 AM
I'm assuming that's good! :)
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October 8, 2016 at 9:02 PM
This is also effin nice (do you have a translation for that comment too?) - I swear I don't know if it's the words you use, your tone, the soft gurgling flow , or all 8 of the things i just listed but it's an addictive style you write with. I'm afraid to over indulge lest I start trying to emulate, which, I'm certain, would be an unmitigated disaster
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October 8, 2016 at 9:18 PM
I'm again blown away by your words, overindulge please do! :) We all have a 'style' yours is uniquely you. Your poetic voice is recognizable and relatable. Muchas gracias!
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October 8, 2016 at 1:05 PM
Awesome!!!
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October 8, 2016 at 9:13 PM
Thank you!!
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October 8, 2016 at 11:28 AM
She sounds dangerous and delicious.
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October 8, 2016 at 11:32 AM
She was, gone too soon.
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October 8, 2016 at 11:20 AM
....And like the cat I have nine times to die. Incredibly good Paloma.
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October 8, 2016 at 11:24 AM
Bravo, you're a fan! "I am. I am. I am." Thanks so much.
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