Whispers

Echoed voices of the past,
Shouts aloud of the present.
Screams piercing the morrows
And ringing shrills of the futurities.

The babies’ cries, the children’s whines.
Lovers’ treasured soft spoken words.
Choirs rendition of harmony sweet
And actors’ portrayal truly surreal.

Pious sermon roaring from pulpit high.
Tutors’ loud reprimand to admonition’s delight.
Great scholars at rostrum impressive in speech.
Poets’ melodies within thunderous ovation grand.

Soothsayers repeated intonations, and
Alas the mourners high pitched wails, are
But forms of utterances vibrating as sound
Which begin … as whispers of the mind.

Yemil Benjoy  Copyright 1995

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