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just had to write about this one...
by Ginette T Bellei woke up this morning, fuliginous
sinking beneath my bed, almost level with the ground
and i wanted to cut away
at everything that was wrong with me
everything that moved me
to measure years with cold, blush wine
and twelve dollar honey brown beer
so i started with my hair
my ineffectual indian red locks
what blood patched skin had they given to me
what love had they summoned to colour in the lines with
on wet tile, lay wet hair
and this evening
as rain dripped through my pixie threads
he came back - voodoo
he came back, lips on burnt sienna skin
words languid and healing
a caprice of appetite
god - i don't wish to go through those
lush waterfalls
only to have my soothed neck broken
but my mind
keeps running
even after i've shut it off
and i am always wanting
what i shouldn't want
morning never comes to relieve my dreams
always sleeping
a sphere, never waking up
04/14/2004 Author's Note: just a run on of thought...i'm so confused on this one...whatever that means..
Posted on 04/14/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/14/04 at 04:26 PM wow, this is great:) there may be confusion, but i think that's what takes it somewhere. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/15/04 at 01:31 AM How the mind processes some times; a flury of thoughts and experiences rolled up into a tight sphere. :o) |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 04/16/04 at 01:54 AM well its good confusion to me. Very interesting imagery here. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/16/04 at 04:23 PM Emotional through the actions done in this poem |
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