I Am But A Voice

I Am But A Voice

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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The voice speaks the heart inside of you.

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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 Tassell


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This is a beautiful piece! The rhyming seems effortless. I absolutely love this little poem. =)

Posted 16 Years Ago


i can see a lot of sadness here..its ripping...
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, 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.
very sad writing..true very true..every word
even sadness has some beauty ..funny but thats how our life is
and you tell it beautifully
wonderful..

Posted 16 Years Ago


You langugae is sensous and exquisite. I'm not not one for always keeping a rhyme scheme, but this works marvelously. It's a gorgeous tribute to the voice.
I've already chosen one of my favorite stanzas:

"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 enjoy the image of voice as "a vine of silence". It's just great. And true. Good work.


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on November 24, 2008

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Linda Marie Van Tassell
Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Poetry 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..

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