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Subject: Re: The White Room

Author:
T.R. Jones

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Date Posted: 11:31:08 12/04/00 Mon
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In reply to: Raphaela 's message, "The White Room" on 15:23:49 12/03/00 Sun

That was wonderful...such longing...I can feel it...of course, you know that I would! Your use of contrast here as well as the use of color struck me the most. I am so happy that you are posting here! Soon, I will have some poetry news as well as new exercises. Thank you again for posting...your works are precious stones! > The White Room
>
> You stand there in the mist
> hands outstretched, eyes beckoning
> you will me to follow
> tracing your footsteps with mine
> I trust you completely
> so I do, without hesitation.
>
> Moving from the landscape lush
> we drift into a white space
> seamless in its purity.
> Children skip on by
> laughing, playing
> but no sound do they make
> they are silent and white.
>
> There is no blue sky up above
> just one big white cloud
> no green grass underfoot,
> just white froth.
> I am afraid to touch the walls
> they are so clean, I may dirty them
> but I still want to
> so slowly I extend my arm
> my finger attempts to trace an outline
> the steam parts, then rejoins.
>
> You smile at me, serenely
> all dressed now in white.
> I feel clumsy, na�ve, out of place
> there are white lilies
> standing proud in their clear vase
> on the white table, they mock me.
>
> I need to escape
> to get a paintbrush
> and spread it across a rainbow
> then flick it into this blank space.
> Quietly I step back.
> Which door is the exit?
> All are white in white frames,
> some are locked
> others lead into another white space
> bigger than the last.
> I turn, and turn around
> arms flung wide
> head held back
> and s c r e a m
> but no sound comes out.
> I am lost within myself.
> I have lost my soul
> doomed to a lifetime of wandering
> in this white room.

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