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on this tuesday evening...
by Ginette T BelleWhen I was buried in water imagery
A sepulcher of mellifluent memories
That had slipped from the depths of my mind
Into my gelid underworld, listless
Wings of presentiment were my choice of flight
And I couldn't help myself from falling
From this oh so so high height
Some sylphlike beauty that was untasted as of yet
So the clock hasn't struck twelve
And that's tolerable and even fairy-like
But it can asphyxiate with the rest of my amassment
And I can rise above? 03/04/2003 Posted on 03/05/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/10/03 at 01:44 PM i'm definitely with maris on this one, at least, the amazing part. this piece is stronger than some of your others, and leaves a mark on my face from where it slapped me, and a gnawn in my stomach when i thought, "I don't know. If you do, maybe there's hope for me." :) lovely. |
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