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we spoke of men
by Ginette T Belleshe fed me shoe-string pasta - heavy on the bloodless sauce
peppered tomatoes laced in vinegar and olive oil
on the 3rd floor from the movie-makers on church street
we spoke of men...no we spoke of boys
splashing around in the shallow end
not wanting to get their sun lockes wet
and it's a lite veil that lays between us
because in the deep, black carribean waters
breath is so much more potent and easier to come by
so walking as the night falls in sheets all around me
i have the same thoughts over and over
like my fleetwood mac record skipping
on top of the same enchanting words and vox
and it makes my heart feel spooked
so i quietly tug on my sweater
and bring my sultry self back to earth 05/05/2004 Author's Note: it's been a while since i haven't been able to find a name for one of my poems but i am honestly stumped with this one...any ideas
Posted on 05/06/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/07/04 at 07:10 PM 'back to earth', yes, this is what keeps us aware of our realities how ever dreamlike it might be.
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/08/04 at 11:44 AM I think any of the words contained within this thought provoking work could serve as its title. If given an opinion of which, in particular, my choice would be, We Spoke Of Men. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/08/04 at 11:49 PM i see either a tender confidant, or your inner woman here with you... this is poetry... excellent piece that journeys deep... |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/08/04 at 11:49 PM maybe "skipping time"? |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 05/09/04 at 08:00 PM How about 'evening song' or 'Abenlied'?
This is a beautifully atmospheric poem - its the tiny details that do it for me :) |
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