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my train is coming...
by Ginette T Bellesleep escapes me
last nite I saw a fairie swinging from the moon's tips
she was all fresh with dew, shimmering
and woe is me
laying in bloody molten lava
sheets dripping from my ankles
her peace was exotic, rare
diaphanous wings beat quickly
and she giggles
tongue licking lips
as she trys to climb on board
I rubbed my eyes in skepticism
because I refuse to stargaze anymore
and there was the moon
as placid and devoid as ever
but oh god, sleep escapes me 08/21/2003 Posted on 08/22/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Teri T Lahmon on 08/26/03 at 06:17 PM I love the language of this poem, the way you choose to describe the scene. It is very rich. |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/26/03 at 07:14 PM What a wonderful imagery.Very beautiful poem,Ginette. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/26/03 at 09:04 PM "I rubbed my eyes in skepticism
because I refuse to stargaze anymore" ROCKS MY SOCKS. And you say you can't touch me,... HA! :) very well crafted, lovely use of images and words. i LUB. |
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