Lost Poetry

 

Please Speak Louder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please speak louder
I cannot hear you
Is it only I
To sense your
Lack of tone?
At last memory
We were in a
Crowded theatre
Watching a beautiful
Love story begin to play
Before our glistening stare
Surrounded by life
And music
Floating in rhythm
Satin and flowers
Melodious angels
With fluttering wings
Warm arms
Heavenly fingers
Directing us
Many seats had been
Filled with happy
Smiling faces
Eyes dared not
Stray from the stage
And risk the loss of
One solitary moment
Enrapt in melodrama
As the plot unfolded
Excitement thundering
Through the aisles
The cast was unity
And promises echoed
Through sunlit corridors
Rejoicing that our
Show would forever
Grace Broadway
It was one of those
Magical fantasies you realize
Where doors never close
And you dress in your finest
And dine afterward
Then make love for eternity
Silence is a
Prerequisite
Or they may
Ask you to leave
But your whispers
Are now indefinable
They fail to breeze lovingly
Toward my ears
Perhaps they are
Drawn down another avenue?
Now one by one the
Audience leaves
Or has already departed
Until I can see
Only one seat is occupied
Not swathed in red velvet throne
But hard cold undecorated
Wood
It is mine
Did we scream so loudly
You and I
That the theatre grew
Impatient and emptied
Without charm
And you lost your voice from the strain
Has your whisper grown faint
Or might you still be screaming?
And it is I who cannot hear you
Because it is I
Who has suddenly gone deaf …

 


Victoria Rose
Lost Poetry
Copyright©2001

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