Re: The White Room -- A Density of Echoes

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Date Posted: 04:22:06 12/16/01 Sun
Author: P.L.
Subject: Re: The White Room
In reply to: Raphaela 's message, "The White Room" on 23:21:19 12/15/01 Sat

>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.
>
>
>
>http://www.voy.com/12143/
>Unicorn
This reminded me of Dickinson's "When I Could Not Stop For Death" for some reason. Great words, hon.

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Re: The White Room -- Raphaela, 13:02:42 12/16/01 Sun