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listening to sara
by Ginette T BelleListening to sara
she swarms through my hair
like a voice uncontrollable
I am choking for air
she's an image that dances
in the brightness of day
I am lost, I am stumbling
try as I may
what the heck are you doing
you're supposed to be sane
fingers flying on money
still dripping from rain
just listening to sara
broken record disease
I am eager and willing
and ready to tease 07/26/2002 Posted on 07/26/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/19/03 at 03:26 PM i'm *so* agreeing with that. i HATE rhyme, as a whole, unless someone pulls it off well. |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 09/26/03 at 06:36 PM I have to agree with everyone else, you make the ryhme sound so easy. I didn't even notice the ryhme untill half-way through. Well done! |
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