Her Voice: A Poem

A woman's lips

Her voice, her lips

Her Voice

When I woke up today, I heard a voice
With a tone as pure as gold,
A currency I had not heard of before my wake.

My eyes opened to a ceiling that
Held a more ornate pattern than previous days, and
I tucked my pillow under my chin while
Her vocal cords tugged at wires in my mind.

She spoke so close to my ear that
I thought I felt her lips brush my earlobe.
Her words ran without punctuation, and
I released my breath into a moment that ran on a
Track beyond sixty seconds.

She whispered the words opportunity and prevails,
Yet she packed no specifics in tissue paper for me to
Unravel later.

She explained I am able to prepare for moments
Before they occur, pack my bags full of
Wisdom, handwritten notes, and
Patience, without the need to know the
Specific weight of the gold that
I will one day cradle in my arms and
Push on a swing set.

She explained that patience needs to extend beyond the
Lines I dotted on my cross-country track.
I imagine her voice feels as soft as the petal of
The red tulip I photographed yesterday, and
Her gentle breath conveys security in its side pocket.

Today, she said, I may peak at my past
But close the zippers completely when the
Gentle breeze flows between my toes.
I feel the urge to smile at something that
I cannot yet see.

Β©2013 Christy Birmingham

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35 thoughts on “Her Voice: A Poem

  1. Aquileana

    Hi Christy;

    What good impressions your poem evokes!!!.

    Who is this presence that wakes you up in the morning “With a voice tone as Pure as gold”; was it a mistic presence or a ghostly projection of yourself?.

    A presence that underscores the value of chances & challenges …

    But since the challenge wisdom, patience seems to urge. Because sometimes good things arrive but they do in the time they should come, nor before, neither after.

    That presence was right when she Explained you “That Patience needs you to extend beyond the Lines you have dotted on your cross-country track”.

    As the proverb says: “Patience is a bitter tree roots but sweet fruits”

    And it looks like these sweet fruits are beginning to be seen in the roots of tree of patience because it is at the end of the poem when you say you “feel the urges to smile at something That you can not yet see.” … A sweet smile welcomes a new day which is followed by new goals. ThatΒ΄s so good.

    Cheers my deareast friend and remember: “Keep calm and carryon writing” πŸ˜‰

    http://sd.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/i/keep-calm-and-carry-on-writing-4.png ->>> This one is a gift for you!!!

    Aquileana/Amalia

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  2. Julie Catherine

    Christy, this is a wonderful poem – I absolutely love it! I love how your poetry is evolving with the personal growth I’ve seen in you since I first began following your awesome blog. Well done, my poet friend! Love and hugs to you from Julie xoxox

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  3. jeff fedor

    Dream of new beginnings Christy list to your dreams and what nature and the things around you are telling you.Hear the voice of the eagle speaks volumes,we have only to listen.

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  4. Marylin Warner

    The entire poem was inspiring, Christy, but “…her voice feels as soft as the petal of
    The red tulip I photographed yesterday, and
    Her gentle breath conveys security in its side pocket”
    set up a vivid image and amazing message for me. Thank you.

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  5. rollyachabot

    Hi Christy… I think you are on the verge of seeing something beautiful, loving and caring. I would venture to say that is the real you hiding inside…

    Hugs and Blessings

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  6. Shakti Ghosal

    Hi Christy,

    This was so lovely and thought-provoking. What jumped out at me were the lines, and I quote,

    ” She whispered the words opportunity and prevails,
    Yet she packed no specifics in tissue paper for me to
    Unravel later…….”

    If “prevails” is what roots us to our past and this moment, “opportunities” provides the wings for a future. If we remain anchored to our own goals, and feel passionate and dreamy about them, do we really need to know the specifics? If intentions are right, what unravels is sure to be in line with what we want.

    Shakti

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