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Little Voices
You can hear the little voices
As they dance inside your head
Saying things that whisper to you
In the soft and steady darkness
And pour wine into thin air
It's kind of like a magic trick
As these gold coins, one by one
All disappear into
A magic hat, a rabbit, flowers
Cards thrown one by one
An art that should be recognized
But never spoken of
To anyone at all
For no solitary soul
Can melt our guilty consciences
And so the top hat dissolves
Into the mist around your head
And all you can hear
Are the things that whisper to you
Dare you whisper back?
And pour wine into thin air...
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| this is gorgeous, surreal, and powerful. I love this! |
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| It's interesting how our conscience, those "little voices "are telling us what to do. I loved the "Dare you whisper back?" question and the imagery. Good stuff, I enjoyed reading this. |
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| i like. |
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Hi Noodel,
I have read this at least 5 times now, and every time i read it it draws me in. It whispers "read me again" in little voices of course! a rather unusually enchanting and interesting take on those little voices. my personal favourite is the first stanza, although I liked the whole piece.......thanks for the read |
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Comment by: - 2006-10-13 22:46
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| I enjoyed the last stanza the most. I also have a curiosity about whispering voices. The visualization is fascinating. Thanks Noodle. |
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