The waiting room
Buru
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It's the waiting that kills me,
The big spaces full of nothing...
The empty air,
It numbs me with every breath
So I sit still and quietly
My chest goes up and down
In even measures,
The perfect clock...
I don't trust the walls either
They swarm with murmurs,
Unhealthily white except for
Some coloured interruptions
That add to the general distate...
They steal my air
Of this I'm sure.
The paintings are too big
They house cheap flowers
Of blooming red
And other abominations
The colors are too loud
The painter not aquainted with subtlety
Most certainly
Such colors should never be
Set on canvas in such a way
They scream at my brain
Get away...get away...
The strangers in the room
Offer no solace
As they learn about old news
From frayed pages
Read a thousand time over
By so many here before us
They look almost calm
But I am not deceived
There is no peace offered here...
Furtive eyes watch
From weathered sofas
Hands turn pages
Magazines rustle,
As the clock does tick
And a door somewhere
Off to the right
Is opened...
You leave your seat
Hesitant,
Aware of stares...
You make your way
Through so many moving
Eyes and hands
To that new door,
You murmur a greeting
And manage a smile
While paintings scream
On the walls
Yes, they scream
On the walls...
Buru.
The big spaces full of nothing...
The empty air,
It numbs me with every breath
So I sit still and quietly
My chest goes up and down
In even measures,
The perfect clock...
I don't trust the walls either
They swarm with murmurs,
Unhealthily white except for
Some coloured interruptions
That add to the general distate...
They steal my air
Of this I'm sure.
The paintings are too big
They house cheap flowers
Of blooming red
And other abominations
The colors are too loud
The painter not aquainted with subtlety
Most certainly
Such colors should never be
Set on canvas in such a way
They scream at my brain
Get away...get away...
The strangers in the room
Offer no solace
As they learn about old news
From frayed pages
Read a thousand time over
By so many here before us
They look almost calm
But I am not deceived
There is no peace offered here...
Furtive eyes watch
From weathered sofas
Hands turn pages
Magazines rustle,
As the clock does tick
And a door somewhere
Off to the right
Is opened...
You leave your seat
Hesitant,
Aware of stares...
You make your way
Through so many moving
Eyes and hands
To that new door,
You murmur a greeting
And manage a smile
While paintings scream
On the walls
Yes, they scream
On the walls...
Buru.
y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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thanks.
I haven't read that, or any of her writings for that matter...
But I have to ckeck her out now
do you know if there is anyplace where I can read her stuff online?
I'm doing a search now, but with little success
She seemed like an interesting person from what little I've read just now
Finsbury
thank you
I encountered the same problem, so I'll probably end up buying something of hers
Do we have the same doctor? (Well, I hope not, for your sake!)
You really captured the mood of the room.
I was JUST in a doctor's office the other day, reading the same 1998 Bon Appetit magazine that I've read 50 times before. I know that shrimp salad recipe by heart!:)
Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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actually my father was the sick one and I was waiting for news, he has heart problems and almost died 3-4 years ago.
But the essence of the waiting was excruciating nonetheles, I guess that's what I tried to capture.
I wrote it years ago, but it was incomplete, so I finished working on it today and posted.
Oh and he is in fine health today
I'm glad he doing fine.
And the waiting is usually tougher for the loved ones than the sick one.
You really are on a roll with some beautiful writing, Buru. (Cough,,, book!:)) I'm working on the Spanish one right now. I could read most of it so far, but doing some translating. I refuse to cheat and read the English version!
And my CD burner is a burnin' some Fripp right now.
Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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aww thanks!!
I'm in a writing mood, let's see how long it lasts