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Poems by Judith M. Vriesema
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"An Artist's Abstract"
When night crawls into moon-lit lines across old
golden oak floorboards that follow the grain of dreams
And love writes words in whispers only the soul
can hear
--letters of the alphabet written without logic
or reason forming patterns
like smoke-rings across the memories of trees in
the catskills--
chaos long gone in the shadow of legends.
When autumn leaves paint houses and streets with
VanGoh's madness, then is the time
that the heart finds the soul of a rain-drop.
By Judith M. Vriesema, Deposit, NY
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