So soft yet I know its always there.
The hum of notes lost within the wind.
I so drown out the vocalization
with spirit and the night life.
Murmurs forever to follow of this or that.
Some I wish to block out forever,
as screams of exclamations or confuston.
To always ask me why, why, why?
When you are alone, what do you hear?
My world is never silent to what I can hear.
To what it is I'll never really know,
but what scares me is my daughter hears them too.
I press my ear to her door and listen,
the very same name, or story she expresses
through a child's eye's, I ask her who, what, or where?
She looks right at me, "momma you already know."
I try not to listen, I do not want to know,
for the same little voice that started this
and told me so, Miranda my daughter hears
her voice too, singing, asking us to play.
I have to listen now, I have to let it in
for once I was a little girl asked to die to play.
Author notes
Ok this went totally not where I was gonna take it. Like I got lost in where and what I was going for. Yet this is a true story, of my daughter and I. We have the same "ghost friend" my daughter calls her, that same friend my neice had, and my older sister all rasied in the same house. It started with voices, a little girls voice. I am the only adult in the family that still hears her from time to time, and now many others. DQ if you want this is what I got.
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A contest entry
- Amaze Me With Your Words by Sue Cardwell.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for your entry in the contest. This was a very interesting read, made even more so by your author notes. You have expressed your story well in words.
All the best...Sue
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We expressed
We all have the ability to hear voices. Most of us are trained NOT to hear them. We can learn amazing things from them. My life was twice saved by a voice. Believe me I listen now.
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I do not even try to tell my daughter not to listen. I too know the mistake that could be made by it. Yet not all voices are good, and some are just pure crazy. In a person that is not strong as to understand this, no wonder we tune them out. But not listening is even more of a sin for we are losing touch with the world around us, in all the many levels. Thank you for the comment.
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