The Sound of a Sound Voice
by Joules Feb 21, 2012

The bird flew over turbulent waters
And entered into cavernous quarters.
Where echoes were swallowed whole,
Stolen not sold, a soul stuffed into the cold.
She shot her shot voice,
into the dark muffled noise
of muzzled sharks starved of attacks
nickel, dimed, billed, and taxed
from maintaining a sense of tact
that they lacked back when they couldn’t act.

As a matter of fact they just couldn’t relate
when really riled up from a too frantic fate.
fevered by a fervor of favors not met
owed to them from failed bet after bet.
Time after time, try after try,
they could only swim, but never fly.
Like the bird that called to them
That could never quite soothe them.
Since her call could only fall
Like an accidentally dropped ball.
Too slippery to stay in the clasp
Too heavy to stay gripped by the grasp.
From the air, plopping into the liquid form
Zig-zagging down into the eye of the storm.
Of the swirl of circling sharks below
The sound of her voice in a capsule that glowed.
Flowed drowning down to the depths in an electric light bubble
Knowing it would have to face the impending trouble.
The sharks sensed the sound like it was a morsel of food
The way they reacted one would say could be rude.
As they snapped at it in a frenzy to snip it out of existence
Their jagged jaws followed laws of persistence.
The bird above baffled with bug eyes of despair
Since her song was a message she merely intended to share.
As they tore open the light of her sound and ripped it apart
She felt they were voraciously devouring her heart.
They just couldn’t try to understand
As they stripped it of worth, all that remained was a grain of sand.
The dainty bird knew her muffled song sounded only like mumbles.
Something like the sweet way the cookie cracks and crumbles.
Then she burst out a screeching ear piercing scream.
Filling the cave with the brightest loud light beam.
Her outcry of pain resembled sharp shards of swords.
Her new call could not fall since it struck the right chords.
The sharks below were struck frozen
By the icicles that stabbed them like arrow heads.
They could no longer frenzy,
Lethargic and ready to rest in their beds.
They seemed to understand now, since she left the language barrier broken.
This time they knew what she said, as their jaws remained jacked open.
So, this new sound of her voice was at least as strong as a shark.
And the blinding brightness of the light of her voice finally brought her out of the dark.