A Voice in Silence...

Sitting in a cold car, a song on the radio brings back a powerful memory

     In her car the sweet smell of strawberries wafts from the vent, rain forms rivers on the windshield. The sounds caressing her ear from the radio call her back to a night of assurance and warmth, retrieves her from a past where the hour is none and calls her home.

Reviews

[JudyC]

I like the way this story involves all the reader's senses. I can smell the strawberries! You describe the effects of listening to the radio beautifully. This is a gem.

[Ocean Orchid]

I liked this piece .. much said in such a brief way about the beauty of music & nature .

[Delilah Dunn]

Isn't this what music is all about? It forms a soundtrack around our lives and serves to pull us back into the past from time to time to remind us of a piece of time we might have lost without that one musical moment to remind us. As always, you write beautifully and concretely so that the reader can feel, hear, see, smell, etc the things you are experiencing...I do feel, however, that there is something unfinished about the experience. Can you share the memory brought to mind with us? Perhaps the presence that seemed to fill the seat beside you as the music played? (I have been there too). Even seemingly unfinished, though, your poetry is quite evocative in honest emotion. Thanks for the beautiful read.