Voice

We all have a voice, it is how we use it that counts

Voice

By Jack Ivey

 

A device which utters concern

Fluctuating based on an unjust situation

Placed on waivers by its listeners

 

An apparatus of defeat

Loudly calling out the masses

Objectively disagreeing with lesser known facts

 

An instrument of sweet music

Pleasant on a warm summer’s night

Welcome when the last has yet to arrive

 

A projector of light infused statements

Glowing beyond the crowded square

Offering solutions of a lost control

 

A detonator of cataclysmic eruptions

Lighted fuse shorter than should be

Challenging deep within the lost fight

 

A vehicle of driven desires

Answers to a consistent common why

Whispering softly through the summit of dreams

 

A loaded gun, cocked and ready

Shooting off whenever least expected

Killing even the best intentions

 

A conduit of reason

Soothing in outward stances

Shelter in which one can rest, peacefully

Voice

 

Author's Note

Nice talk!

Reviews

[Nick.B]

Loved the stanza where voice is a loaded gun...it can bring some serious damage to the soul...good job with this poem

[Jack...]

Thank you Nick.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Kinda makes one want to be silent ..

Good descriptions here ..

Clearly understood .... Jazz :)

[Jack...]

Thnk you, I appreciate your kind comments.

[Emerald Seas]

Hey, I resemble all of those voices at one time or another. The second to last stanza is a killer. How'd you get into my head and hear all those voices without my knowing it? ;) great write, Jack.

[Jack...]

I listened... :)

Thanks Sera, I always appreciate my time with you.

[Holly Mason]

a keyboard-our new voice*)
love the loaded gun bit
very nice write-our voices so many things just hopefully not silent
thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Thanks Holly, I appreciate you visiting and commenting.

[Frieda P]

I can't decide which stanza I like best, they are all the voice of Jack, quite simply, I love them all...great assembly of thoughts here, you nailed it once again.

[Jack...]

Thank you Dear Frieda, it is your voice that thrills me.

[Frieda P]

You sure do know how to tickle a lady Jack...pleasure was all mine.

[Marie]

I don't know exactly what Ace meant, but I can imagine it was work getting all those definitions together and making them into a poem.

[Jack...]

I suppose you could be correct.

[David Scott]

I shall only add a written word. Do not speak it aloud. If you speak with passion's voice, Your sure to draw a crowd...
Get ready for company.

[Jack...]

I appreciate it.

[Sami Khalil]

You are the voice of life and the voiceless ... A very unique , wonderful write ... Too many good lines to pick...

[Jack...]

Thanks, this was a little out of my norm, but I gave it a shot anyway.

[Sami Khalil]

I can tell it is different...:)