by David Michael Schmidt
listen for the voice, listen again
I am sure it is there, listen, be quiet and listen
it is not like any other voice you have heard
it's that voice that has been mentioned so much
so many times
so often
listen
be still and be quiet
ever so quiet
it is not like the wind in the trees
it is not like the wind through the leaves
there is no whistling
there is no rush
there are no particles being disturbed
just quiet , be quiet and listen
it is like a whisper
like a mist of dew falling on paper
so quiet , so very quiet
I curse the hissing in my ears
the blood rushing in my ears
I listen
I listen
shhhhhhhhh
it speaks to me
I am sure it is speaking
are they words I know
- Share this Poem:
ABOUT THE POET ~
David Michael Schmidt, 995 Ransford Ct, Pacific Grove CA 93950, (831) 261-3197, david93950@gmail.com, David was born in Winnetka, Ill in 1942. He has been a retail entrepreneur since 1967. He began to write poetry in 2009, writing only rhymes and self published a collection of 50 poems along with some illustrations that he drew. He now. also writes free verse and short stories. His poems are sometimes cynical and humorous and can be controversial. He has written opinions and observations on subjects of religion, politics and life in general. He does write about nature but does not write love poems. He is very creative and likes to keep changing and evolving. He enjoys writing poems that make people think.
Last updated September 20, 2011