Judith Vriesema


Pool - Poem by Judith Vriesema

Blue green water lit by moonlight
comes to life as rain from a summer storm falls into its depths.
Life chortles on lily pads,
and the smell of wet earth invades our senses.
Lights from a nearby house warm the midnight air with laughter.
We stare at the hand woven lace curtains that are waving in the summer breeze
and listen
whilst the strains of a cello echo into the soft rain.
We slowly walk home along the wet earth path avoiding the cobblestones that are strewn in our way.
We talk of nothing really for we are spellbound by the night air.
You suddenly laugh and call the night a poet's echo,
like Keats' final hours of innocent dream, you say;
then you fall silent in order to hold onto a moment that comes only once;
an artist's inspiration, an artist's muse.
Somewhere in the field,
horses softly call
while a conjugation of notes dreams across the strings of a cello;
music in love with a single raindropp that falls from your face.

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  • (5/26/2005 10:11:00 AM)


    Beautiful writing, lovely imagery with strong emotional impact. You've really captured a moment or two with this one - well done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 26, 2005


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