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by Ginette T Belleresting somewhere in the ashy soot of my mind
sequesterd and arriving malapropos
to haunt my conclusions
you are not as eminent as i remembered you to be
when i was in need of even a cushioned whisper
for sleep to crown me, a picture of exquisiteness
awakening seemingly whole only to be swept away
a samiel dancing wickedly through my waking dreams
what bruised, crushed lips would become of us
diving into the forbidden deep sapphire waters
that hovered above the bitter truth
i wish i knew, but would it matter?
because life can be languid
when you wonder where you could have been
and the burning, unique, ardent sunrise
bleeding through the skin
is defining the existence of tomorrow
05/16/2005 Author's Note: it's been a while but i'm just trying to feel my way back into this poetry thing...it isn't easy
Posted on 05/17/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/17/05 at 04:46 PM For the most part, pretty coherent, with some catchy words combos throughout, like: cushioned whisper, and, sunrise bleeding through the skin
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/18/05 at 12:44 AM The use of the forbidden mixed with the ashy soot of your mind is a fantasy setting that inspires tremendous verse. Great word choices that sketch emotions on to my ashen soul. |
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