'10 Tahoe
An observation, an opinion, an idea,
a story—everybody has one.
. . . But not every voice is heard.
Not every voice can
b -r -e- a- k—–
through the drone of drilling words—
to cut the wake, the constant flow.
Not every voice can
p e r s i st andresist
to ring through
when talked over, walked over, socked in the heart over
and over again.
Self-centered . . . no, well,
maybe.
But certainly self-absorbed.
Is your story better than my story?
Is mine better than that –>other,
that other passing silent, unheard, misunderstood
because of the steady surge of my lexicon, your hex upon
an other’s unsurpassable worth?
Not every voice can
s w e L L L
in a surge of soul
to cut the wake, the constant word wash,
when mauled over, scrawled over, quenched in the spirit over
and over again.
Everybody has a story, but
not every voice is heard.
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…………………………..[Is your story being heard?]
To me that’s the best thing about blogging, the chance to share a story and then learn that it’s not so unlike so many others!
Yes, I agree.
excellent!
Thank you!
The picture at the bottom of your post brings back such great memories of summer days on the beach at Tahoe. I can feel that ice cold water on my toes, and the slippery, sleek rocks under foot!
It is a beautiful place!
Pretty Awesome! I rarely reblog, but I’d like to this time so more can make sure to read it.
Thank you. What a kindness!
I am so glad you did reblog. What a great find!
Thanks!
Reblogged this on Just Words and commented:
It’s rare that I’m so impressed that I just have to share. However, this is one of those times.
The lapping waves photo reminds me of all our stories, it is the constant sound of thousands of key strokes tapping stories into the universe. I love you poem and your photos.
Thanks.
What a fantastic poem! How clever the way you used your words to paint an image, sweLLL. I was waving in an out, just like a voice trying to be heard. I’m so impressed.
Just found your comment in spam! Thanks so much. I wish WP format was more cooperative; the swell was actually supposed to increase in size in addition to the capitals. I guess it still came across though.
It really did. I truly enjoyed this poem. Thanks for you reply
I don’t know what is more beautiful: the photo at the top or your sentence: “Everybody has a story, but not every voice is heard. ”
A good thing for me to remember, as go to work this afternoon and (literally) face the public. Thanks for a beautiful, meaningful reminder!
Thanks for the kind comment, and you are most welcome.
i am hearing your story – amidst the hundred voices, the thousand different noises. i do because the pleasant, kind words here bid me to come, listen.
Thanks so much. You are always so affirming.
ah, you are a lot like our mother, ahaha. ^^ only she’s a little more reserved and more intense, huh?! you’re both naturally creative and able to see the layers of things…