I Had a Voice

James DeVere on Aug 6, 2009

Tags: antiquity, Auger, James-DeVere, Peosy, poem, Poetry, Prose, Prosody, time, voice, withered

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A poem about the instance of time.

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I had a voice

But now I stand silent

Brushed by the sand of antiquity

Leaden and dry

Withered

Not an insect

Finds refuge

In my cadaver

Finally

Aeons brush my cheek

Filial touch

From my descendants

If I ever speak again

Only then will I preach

That time augers

Without voice.

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ken bultman on Aug 6, 2009
Profound. Timeless wait for your sermon.
Daisy Peasblossom on Aug 6, 2009
Nicely written; goes well with the picture.
Adam Henry Sears on Aug 7, 2009
Aah! Great free verse, I love it.

The picture doesn’t really work with “brushed by sand”, “leaden and dry”, or “withered”,… it must have been the only picture you found interesting that they would let you post?

Anyway,… thanks for sharing and keep up the good work.

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