Keenly, in the blaring silence
I learned to listen with my heart
When all’s too still and ears retire
A trumpeting conscience plays its part
~
I learned to listen to my heart
As its booming got too loud to stifle
And all I’ve tried, there’s no escaping
It’s like the superego seized a rifle
~
The conductors of our hearts will lead us
To learn the tempo of sound choice
And so we mustn’t mute the proddings
Of a cacophonic inner voice
~
Rev Dani Lynn
March 31, 2012 at 21:14
I like your poems and I wanted to thank you for visiting my blog. I’m new at this but I like it!
Arioso
March 31, 2012 at 21:19
Thank you Rev. Lynn! I’ll soon be back to see more of what you have. Welcome to the WordPress family.I’m new at it too and I’m loving the experience. You’re welcome here anytime 🙂