poetry by j matthew waters

One Summer in Vienna

The last time we danced in Vienna
the stock market had yet to crash
and the very idea of Austria as her
very own state seemed preposterous

Though a Yankee I spoke perfect German
both in and out of
pubs and proper places
quick to blame my loving Mother when
questioned about my presence

I remember you telling me Vienna would
never be harmed
because you said
she represents the soul in everyone

I remember you telling me
the foundation era would blossom into
a flower of unimaginable artistry and peace

I believed everything you told me
just like it was yesterday

Detained for questioning for what I believed
had everything to do with your talents
how could it be I would never see you again
left to search your peaceful streets
as the world around us
descends into chaos

march two thousand fifteen
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8 thoughts on “One Summer in Vienna

  1. This gave me chills — Divinely written, perfectly captured…

  2. Awesome poem, tells quite a story in there – wonderfully written! 🙂

  3. Is it strange that I hear “Harry Lime theme” playing in the background here?

  4. denise0904 on said:

    what melancholic words I read here and the imagery is magical.

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