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red wine and garlic
by Ginette T Bellemars spilled itself all over the city tonite
opera questing through a throbbing audience
and shivers dance on the back of our necks
as the music, stabbed, bleeding into the ocean
night is a veil making day non-existent
the faint smell of an illegal substance
it enboldens the eyes, tingles lips
virgins, quite frozen from the island breeze
i can still taste the evening on my tongue...
08/28/2003 Author's Note: I don't really like this...but I'm posting it anyway...
Posted on 08/28/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/29/03 at 04:00 AM this has a ton of potential. i think it's a great beginning (and it is finished, if you want it to be). i love the images; the sounds, the tastes, the smells... i love it. but if you wanted to put meat on dem bones, there is definite room for exposure. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/29/03 at 06:21 PM The first stanza and the last line are quite good. I really like the images that form them. The second stanza has a lot of great images, but seems awkward when considering the entire piece. Great read all around, though. |
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