Basquiat Dream Poem by Virginie Guillemette
Basquiat Dream
A black smattering of voodoo goo
Shell shock eyes that won’t
Let light through
You are dark as the pitch pools
Phantasms and ghouls
Empty energy
in shrouded heart jewels
Heart of Darkness
lie still in me
stillness in stillborn
like half-formed
cacophony.
Bled
Like Anansi trick thread
Trip
Slip
Fled.
The ghosts of what I’ve been
Beating out through djembe skin
They win.
I noticed that those who read you, also read me. I was puzzled by that when I read the first poem. Then I read this one and it made more sense. You are able to take the modern form of writing and do so in poetic form. This is something that most others don't even attempt because they really don't either believe it can be done or are unwilling to try. You not only try, you do. GW62
you are a remarkable poet who writes equally remarkable poetry... i have read three so far and will revisit to read all... excellent work virginie... thank you for the read..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:11:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent writing! I will read more.. your wordplay is wonderful and Greenwolfe's comment rings true..... well done. Yuri*