Voices Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

Voices



My song is like a
whisper in the wind,
whose melody is lost
in the clamoring din.

A thousand adoring voices,
like a raging waterfall,
cascading praise upon you;
drowning out my quiet call.

O fie thou foolish heart!
to be so fond,
why must this delicious
misery go on and on?

1995
aka Taliesin Flynn

Friday, December 19, 2008
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