Updated Dec, 8th 2012
This project, like myself is a work in progress/process. Following is my imitation of Sylvia Plath's "Barren Woman."
By Sylvia Plath
Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
Exhale their pallor like scent.
I imagine myself with a great public,
Mother of a white Nike and several bald-eyed Apollos.
Instead, the dead injure me with attentions, and nothing can happen.
The moon lays a hand on my forehead,
Blank-faced and mum as a nurse.
By Jenny Gargarello
Complete, I resound the postman’s knock,
Library replete with books, rich with knick-knacks,
framed photo’s, sweet smelling flowers.
In my garden a fountain flows and splashes
out to the sky,
Full-hearted and eyes wide open. Scented tulips
Inhale their welcome sun again.
I am dreaming others with a lesser fate,
Mother of a gray ghost and many blonde haired figments of imagination; but these are just dreams
After all, the living die as easily, yet
what still exists?
The sun shines its heart onto mine,
Rosy-cheeked and innocent like a child.