The Words

The words sit silent Waiting to take a place On a page, part of a sentence A paragraph Or just fill an empty space. Never know what they are to be Where they’re coming from Placed upon the page Uttered From a pulpit Graced by the shinning sun. No matter, there...

Voice Speaking

Voice speaking, crying out Saying things needed Feeling all alone Desperate to know the answer Seeking to be free Of ties changing, dragging thee. Voice may be loud Sounding almost like a horn Blowing breath, scattering every way Or soft and mellow Holding dreams...