VOICE
by Rose Lefebvre ©
I stand alone on the
precipice
viewing the infinite panorama
displayed before me.
My beseeching words echo
across the canyon span,
unheard by anyone.
Defeated, they diminish,
dropping into the chasm,
syllabic rain falling unseen.
Overlooking this massive
expanse
I experience a sense of freedom
and my heart releases
a vow:
“I
will be heard.”
Powerful, Rose. It expresses a universal feeling with which many of us can relate.
ReplyDeleteLovely! And great last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThank you Rose. Randy
ReplyDeleteWelcome sweeie!
DeleteWow! I’m impressed! Such a strong emotion for a short poem.
ReplyDeleteYou are so talented Rose❤️
Betsy
Beautiful Rose. I hope you are saving all these beautiful poems and will have them published in a book someday. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeletexoxo
Beautiful, Rose. Wonderful. Alice
ReplyDeleteKeep putting your voice out there, Rose!
ReplyDeleteNice Rose! We women have a problem being heard, don’t we? The women athletes are finally starting to speak up…Go Rose! Helen
ReplyDeletea beautiful poem Rose. So thought provoking. Thank you for sharing with us. Take care and stay safe and enjoy your weekend.
ReplyDelete