Her voice has tears

 

Her voice has tears.
They infuse the words,
draw strength from the melody’s extremes,
and waft through the car’s interior
before being exhausted
through the gaps in the door seals.
Some penetrate my skin and mingle
with my own longing disappointments.
A few trickle from the wireless controls
and form a pool in the plastic depression
beside the transmission lever,
drowning small coins and causing
bits of fluff and discarded wrappers
to float upon its glistening surface.
Her voice has tears.
More than mere words
they paint a picture of serial failure,
sorrow and regret.
Her voice has tears.
They tell of anger and outrage;
deep sighs and profound groans,
broken and raw,
but, oh, so achingly sweet,
with defiant flashes of grace
and glimmers of advent hope.

© Ken Rookes

Listening to a glorious day of music at the second annual Bendigo Blues and Roots Festival, I remembered this poem

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2 thoughts on “Her voice has tears

  1. Wow that was odd. I just wrote an very long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t show up. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyway, just wanted to say fantastic blog.

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