Sylvia Plath- her voice still echoes around…

Here is my tribute to Sylvia Plath; a villanelle-

her voice still echoes around

the lone bird, lost in the mirrors of time

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

hear, take it in, let it be found

moaning in pain, narrating the crime

her voice still echoes around

 

her body decaying in the burial ground

she is gone, leaving behind her life’s dime

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

the years she spent but being bound

a prisoner to her own mind’s rime

her voice still echoes around

 

leaving nothing behind her, no expound

just her work, her prayers, so sublime

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

oh Sylvia Plath, you are indeed crowned

the queen, amid the humanity’s grime 

your voice still echoes around

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound 

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Blue Dreams

Blue dreams of tranquility,

sounds of fluttering wings,

views of setting suns,

the battered hope of reemergence 

 

the need of resurgence,

ending this life of puns,

finding a way that brings,

the night of solace, motility

 

I dream blue dreams

and my insufferable pain gleams.

 

P.s.- Another piece in the poetic form, I created.. Other poems like this- Blue Thing, Red Lust, Violet Juice. Rules- (i) Three stanzas, rhyming scheme being- ABCD/DCBA/EE, (ii) Description of some strong emotion and (iii)Prominence of a color.