my first stab at poetry in years. written March 12, 2017.
Whispers tickling in my ear
A voice brushes through the air
Deep and rumbling, laughter like a boulder
Voices swaying like a dance
In the arms of warm, steady tones
Voices as the sweet dulcimer,
Voice support me, strong and even
Voices cheer me, rapid and sunshine-fillled
Voices awe me, singing as smooth as
Voices soft and voices loud
Voices calm and voices rough
Voices that portray the beauty of the soul.
Although the voice fades
The heart is betrayed
Through fleeting words and tones
That rise and gently fall.