After Your Voice

Your voice is like a telephone ringing in a room with all the doors taken off and windows broken. I am sitting cross-legged and bare-arsed in its centre and it fills me like a sound; which is what it is, your voice, a sound. It is yours and my senses are sharpened by it. Your words fall like small stones and I want to catch every one of them, I would keep them all in my pockets, if I had pockets, always before your voice I am naked and I can’t keep my own words let alone yours. Which aren’t really like stones except that they are round and smooth and perfectly formed by something outside them, or form rubbing against each other. All my answers are too small for your questions, they fall through the comfort of your sounds to land beside me on the hardwood floor in a crack of sun which shows how dusty they are and the sound of your voice blows them away. Then this room which barely exists and contains nothing empties itself again. After your voice stops ringing. 

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

This has a quality of a dream which is slowly turning into a nightmare. naked, vulnerable, with a voice that Is being drowned out. Ending with coming back to being yourself when the non listener leaves.
I may be completely wrong, but I did really enjoy the image and your words. Thank you.

[WordMaster]

What dear child have you being doing?

This is such an odd poem and yet its message is clearly understood.

I would have enjoyed it more if the images didn't bounce around so much.

Now � replace that voice and begin anew.

[The Tao of Bri]

Thisw one rocked so much!! I love the emotions and nervous tension it evokes with the imagery and audible suggestion.... i really liked the subtext...after reading it twice I saw a whole new dimension to the poem.. I surely have know people who have had a voice like that!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

I read this both slowly and quickly, to test how differently my senses perceived the write. The impacting of imagery and structure lent itself to the faster pace, as anticipation and urgency of wanting more from the 'voice' became more profound.

Exquisitely creative composition!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[The Musings of Mary H.]

I loved reading this! A very seductive use of words! Gives me nolstagia of talking to the first guy I was really attracted to. Greak work!