Her Voice

She lay upon the ground

spread-eagled

on a dark, deserted road

waiting to be found

as from the distance a Light

approached

She could not make out a face

but heard the words

'The Truth you seek is your Voice.'

 

She arose having found the answer

she sought

as she brushed off her dirty knees determinedly

she did not see or hear the oncoming semi

sweep her off her feet once again.

 

She lay upon the ground

spread-eagled

on a dark, deserted road

waiting to be found

as from the distance a Light

approached

enveloping her wholely

consumed by the Light

her voice became one of the millions

that had crossed this road before

falling sweetly, knowingly upon death's door

to be heard from nevermore.

 

 

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

I agree with Moonlit-Blues. Intriquing is exactly the word I would use. It makes me want to know everything about this her. Although I was lost in the beginning, something about it, perhaps that intriquing, mysterious quality, compells me to keep reading, and I'm glad I did.

I love the ending:

"her voice became one of the millions
that had crossed this road before
falling sweetly, knowingly upon death's door
to be heard from nevermore."

In that moment you leave the dark desert rode and enter the unimaginable. "her voice became one of the millions" inspires unity and the sense of a million separate, beautiful notes combining effortlessly into a song of the heavens. I love this piece! :D

[Christina]

beautiful piece, i loved the way you approached the contest from this standpoint..it flows very well and the images that this piece evokes are amazing, well done.

[Moonlit-Blues]

Intriguing take on the topic. A mystery, but an evocative one. Beautifully written, the meaning behind these selective imagery is the main focus point here I think. Compelling stuff, makes the reader wonder why she's there in the first place and her background history/story. Superbly written, methinks.

[Y.F.]

As I start reading it I realized it was written for the vicious circle group challenge.
You did do a very creative and unique job with the task given - I don't think I could have ever made up something like this.
The feeling of despair, the expectation of death, is so powerful in this poem, and it just carries you and takes you for a ride into these beaming lights approaching.
Well played. :)

[Bear]

waiting to be found~ guess we can "just wait around" if we want, desire, need; something to happen, take place then we must be the one to make the effort to make those things happen... and spread-eagle on a road is not a SAFE way to be for found one might be, hurt badly or as you indicate not found at all or in not in time to start again.

Good poem!!
Sallie Bear