Sierra July
Voices find
everyone.
They’re in crowds,
stumbling over each other
They’re pouring
from our TVs, radios
They’re in our
heads, even
With our mouths
shut tight, just
When all seems
right, peaceful,
Silent – Voices
find us.
Poet’s Notes: Thinking of a beautiful movie titled Children
Who Chase Lost Voices, I thought, “Do we chase voices, or are they chasing
us?” I wanted to set a horror-mode here.
Editor’s Note:
I missed the horror-element and read a more upbeat poem here--perhaps
the piece works both ways.
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