Judith Vriesema


Judith Vriesema Poems

1. In The Eye Of A Cello 11/30/2005
2. Fragments 1/26/2006
3. Within The Composition 4/5/2006
4. Cascading Air 4/7/2006
5. Daylight 4/13/2006
6. In A Room 4/19/2006
7. Without Words 5/27/2005
8. One Square Missing 5/27/2005
9. In My Heart 6/10/2005
10. Requiem 5/26/2005
11. Whisper 5/26/2005
12. Light 5/27/2005
13. Lost In A Thread 5/24/2005
14. In Keflavik 5/24/2005
15. Bles Tak 5/24/2005
16. Colour-Line 9/29/2005
17. One 5/25/2005
18. Circle 5/25/2005
19. In The Wind 5/25/2005
20. Music In Reykjavik 5/25/2005
21. The Drought Breaks 5/24/2005
22. Love's Ivy 6/19/2007
23. Reykjavik Grey 6/10/2008
24. Survive 9/1/2009
25. Water-Shadow 3/29/2010
26. Within 5/27/2005
27. Lavender Fog 6/9/2010
28. Orchestrated Voice 6/22/2010
29. Quicksilver Threads 6/22/2010
30. Almost In Love 6/28/2010
31. Silver Shadows 9/28/2010
32. Love In Blue And Green 10/6/2010
33. Aura 10/8/2010
34. Hesitation Of A Sigh 10/18/2010
35. An Artist's Ribbon 1/17/2011
36. Instrumental In An Aqua Sky 2/1/2011
37. An Artist's Ribbon 3a 2/1/2011
38. Greyscale Air 3/11/2011
39. Weather-Light 6/19/2007
40. Cloudslide 3/8/2012

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London Jazz

Morning rush-hour sounds cavort with newspapers
that fly across cobblestone streets into open doorways.
Subway sounds rush through London's waking dreams.
The scent of coffee hovers in the air while music begins to life-play.
Horses gaze at speeding thoughts.
And roadways of streaming lights paint abstracts across the landscape.
The sky dreams in colours of leaden grey
while windows open to capture the morning's imagination.
Clouds speed across avenues of words,
And papers rustle;
music
in the wind.
Tea pours into empty cups,
Then,
Laughter.
It ...

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Bles Tak

Run into a cold morning when trolls sing the sagas to a golden sea.
Run into the colours of the northern lights when Reykjavik dreams.
Run with your eyes closed into the winter wind when candles glow from windows covered in lace.
Run when truth and storm collide on a cold Icelandic night.
Run into the colours of a dream before infinity awakens you.
Run into the sound your heart makes when the soul finds the answer in a coffee cup in a midnight cafe.
Run to his voice and whisper 'Bl

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