“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath
Deeper are the diphthongs
Neither the o or the u can rise
In their own sound
dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.