Voices

Beautiful You

his was liquid,
less
than whisper
more
than rumour
blue as eyes
refusing to die

You are so full of joy.

his was butter-
rum and whiskey,
no edge
no guile
the smooth pour
of a blind bar-
keep in a dusty
saloon

You have come into your own.

his was languid,
worn edges a
bit
more frayed, a
bit
more tender
the enticingly
                          droopy
arms
of an oversized
sweater
into which i
always
              fall.

Those were
Yesterday
                 morning
                                noon
                                           night
when nothing was
certain but
stargazer lilies,
irises, pussy willows,
and lilacs.

                   but
Today
           now
i Know:

if any
if any
if
   Any
of those 
voices are
                     Truth,
it is because of
Him

the unfathomable
fact
of Him

 
and the
               Own
into which he walks
with
         me

the Own where
Miles are
only
        space,
the Own where
Happiness is
only
        moot,
the Own where
                              Love
is spoken
only
        in
            Code,
secret
hidden
treasured
blind
          Invincible.

©s rogers 16 february 2011, all rights reserved

2 thoughts on “Voices

  1. katley says:

    beautiful take on Voices, this has a mysterious and otherworldly quality.

    I wrote a poem called Voices about a year ago. It’s about riding in a car listening to a friend’s GPS…here is the link:
    http://www.helium.com/items/1756540-technology-gps-voice-messaging

  2. CatGem says:

    thank you, Kately — and thank you for the link — i enjoyed it 🙂

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