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Unrecyclable
by Ginette T BelleI thought being laced in memory would be healing
And this floating silence would rejuvenate me
But then again when is there ever really silence
And when has memory been anything but a sword
Fabricating a wall has never been so easy
It shifts and changes as the days disappear
And why climb a wall that goes on forever
Through the clouds and into vast space
Stare at me indifferently and I will stare back
Because laying it all on the table wears me out
Ineffectual speech like pins and needles going down
A pat on the head would crush my mind
Back to the beginning where I was finally born
And now it has plunged at breakneck speed to its demise
Destroyed by courage, killed by languidness
A closed door - a slammed door
And no key in sight
02/03/2003 Posted on 02/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 10/07/03 at 02:11 PM This reads so well. The words flow softly, beautifully and deeply. Very nice work. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/05/06 at 05:40 PM Christ, I think I had forgotten how poignant your words could be, and what an amazing opening stanza. Particularly that last line. |
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