Vocal Ink Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez
Vocal Ink
Perfect silence.
A blank sheet of paper.
A mouth about to open.
A quill dipped in ink.
The words will not come,
My pen will not write.
Not yet.
Sudden words of anger,
Ink comes gushing out.
The silence is broken,
The fresh sheet now soiled.
The words hang in the air,
They will never go away.
Ink is permanent so it too, shall stay.
A realization of mistake,
A frustrated cry.
A new sheet is started.
This one fresh and dry.
Tears start smudging the ink,
Beautiful cursive describes terrible things.
Who knows what this sheet will bring?
A pink love letter speaks,
Words we cannot hear,
Though for the eyes that listen,
They bring sudden tears.
Some words people fear.
Word they dare not speak or hear.
As you can see,
Words are just like ink.
Permanent and unforgiving.
What you used them for is yours to blame.
And they and what they cause, shall always remain.
They only change with age.
Crayon to ink.
Innocence to sinful mistakes.
Neither erasable,
Even in this age.
Never create them with rage.
By voice or by pen.
It's Vocal Ink.
-SOH
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4/25/2024 12:36:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! That's my initial inarticulate but heartfelt response to this poem which contains the whole experience of being human - with its painful setbacks, its ambiguous emotions, its confusing displays of passion, and then there is the mysterious inner world whose energy erupts onto the surface. I believe that's what inspired this poem: unconscious energies suddenly grabbed you and fortunately you were able to write them down. They haven't overwhelmed you. You can deal with them now in the calm aftermath of such a soul experience.