Mary Angela Douglas

There Are Many Rooms - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

there are many rooms
but only one soul

there are many scenes
on your revolving stage

there is a curtain that
blows in and out
if you cross the room

and open the window
looking for
forgotten consolations

dreams rush in with the wind
everytime and you couldn't explain
to anyone if you were asked:
'...the first dream or the last? '
it's not the sequence you care about

there is your
suspension of belief and then:
the many-tiered music begins again

mary angela douglas 9 august 2008

Topic(s) of this poem: Time

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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