Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poetry Excerpted from Voices


It beats with rapid joy when she is near, but much louder when she's away.

When she no longer speaks my heart yet listens-when she is not seen but heard, again, in silence; Her voice illuminated by the shadow of romance.

And, when alone, an appreciation of her intentions...and a sudden surrender to her exploits-a longing.

Admiration for her made perfectly clear in her absence; Her presence magnifying the music.

And the only purpose is to love her more.

S. Barry Hamdani