I Hear A Voice

[waterpoor]

A Voice-Like My Voice


I hear a voice that might be mine.
It is not thunder
in a darkened sky nor morning dew
dropping from a buttercup.
It does not rattle like a falling stone.
It calls my name to hear water splash
against a fallen tree
and wind hum past a blade of grass
and hear the flap of an eagles wing.
I hear a voice though it is not mine.

[Lily]

Oh I like it, Waterpoor. It's evocative and very good.

[amylou]

I enjoyed it too waterpoor. I'm just getting into poetry so I'm no expert, but it's something I've fallen in love with. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thanks for sharing.

[martinshaw]

A Voice-Like My Voice


I hear a voice that might be mine, under
thunder of a darkened sky and the stammer
of falling stones. It whispers my name to hear
waters fall,

from amber cups of morning dew, where
humming wind arrows grass, to point to
the beat of an eagles wing.


Rude I know, but I liked it and played about