I Am But A VoiceA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThe voice speaks the heart inside of you.
I am but a voice, a silent word,
written on paper, seen and not heard, an echo of heart to touch your soul, sweet pangs of sorrow's bitter control. I am but a voice, woe of the world, wintry wind-whips of a flag unfurled, hidden chambers that rumble with sound, the mournful notes of leaves on the ground. I am but a voice, winter's cold kiss, dwindling dew-drops faint tinged with bliss, dust of the earth scattered to the sea, the voice of the world, this voice is me. I am but a voice, dancing the dim, unbridled dispersion in a hymn, the flower of love withered and gray, quick caught in the stronghold of dismay. I am but a voice, but known by all, the vine of silence against the wall. I am poured in dark wine, bitter-sweet, to desirous lips that seek retreat. I am but a voice, a gray-haired sage. I live and learn through every age; and through all times, the words still ring true, the voice speaks the heart inside of you. © 2008 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 24, 2008 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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