by Ginette T Belle
his presence filling up my entire space
so much, SO MUCH that i couldn't breathe inside of me
like i was breathing through the air in beijing
far away from my body
just this thin fragrant layer of ice
if you were to fall through
if your little shoes were to break through his liquid-solid
knee deep in the river shoals
no wide viridian oceans to swim
oh god, tell me who could survive
who could live there
requiem - and i couldn't wait to smell his skin
at the hour he haunts me with regret
Posted on 10/20/2003
Copyright © 2020 Ginette T Belle
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/20/03 at 01:34 PM|
god, ginette. be overwhelmed more often if this is what pours out. this is probably one of the more vivid pieces i've read by you. god, i'm reading it again and again, now.
|Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 10/20/03 at 10:31 PM|
And so it goes. Canyons to traverse that pull our emotional zeitgeist when we least expect it. Guess just what we need at the time. Nicely captured vignette. Heart,star.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/21/03 at 04:47 PM|
I can definitely feel the pressure, and especially loved this line: no wide viridian oceans to swim. As for improving, give it some time on the shelf, then read it over again. That's what I do, and I always see improvements in my own work. Good luck!
|Posted by Beth K Hannah on 10/23/03 at 03:07 AM|
"requiem - and i couldn't wait to smell his skin"
Great line...superb work here. It is so sharp and vivid, as if it is exploding.