Judith Vriesema


In A Room - Poem by Judith Vriesema

In a room.
yellow striped wallpaper dating from somewhere in the 80's,
people sit on steel-backed chairs waiting for the miracles to happen;
miracles to fix a life torn apart by lies, deceit and webs of connections to the past.
Lights are dim and dreams that were torn apart
create their own novels,
novels that tear the soul apart.
Hopeful faces wait for life to regenerate,
wait for the magic to weave the web,
the web that will create their life from the ashes of stale cigarette smoke and broken dreams.
Tearing their programs in half,
they laugh and cajole with each other waiting for the microphone to magically fly them away from their own addictions.
A woman pauses.
stares into the eyes of her lover who laughs away the soul of God.
Then somehow,
the lights are lowered and each head bows,
each hoping the hypnotist will make them feel again,
feel the life that love tore away from them.
Each goes to a place where newspapers fly like birds
and songs play merry -go- rounds in their heads.
Each one hears the tenor of his own soul.;
each one a musician in the web of Einstein's theory;
life in the infinite stream.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 19, 2006


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