The Voice

The Voice

A Poem by E.J. Waling

Vibrations,
excitation
moving through.
Soaring high.
Fanning
over all.
Over all
to hear,
to feel.
Sad.
Happy.
Emotions.
Ripples
in the air.
Meaning,
interpreted
meaning
as the voice
continues.
Wafting over
rivers, sailing
over mountains.
Screaming
I am here!
Circling reality
spinning through
it all.
Fading.
Soon fading.
Meaning lost.
Lost forever.
Lost to the
void,
as if
never
here
at all.
 

© 2020 E.J. Waling


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E.J. Waling
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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..