Chrysanthemums

Foolish And Alone!
she’s Lying
Eyes Open, Wide-Awake.

Waiting For Lost Love,
she Once Had,
But Never To Arrive.

Gently Fading To
Yesterdays,
Once Lived, Now Pass her By.

Into The yellow
wallpaper
Too Soon, Will she Succumb?

…Or A Muted Brown
chrysanthemum,
Once White, Wilting Away?

Once Beautifully,
Brilliantly,
Shining For All To See.

No Longer Useful,
Needed By
Once Insatiable Crowds.

she Wonders… Was plath…
Was sexton…
Truly Right All Along?

A Symbol Of Strength,
she Presents
For Others To Gaze On.

Yet, Still Fading As
chrysanthemums
Of Yesterdays Long Gone.

©Pamela N. Brown

This poem is dedicated to female authors who have felt suppressed from a male-dominated society:

Anne Sexton ~ Sylvia Plath ~ Kate Chopin ~ Charlotte Perkins Gilman

and the many many other suppressed female authors. May our voices be heard.