Tuscararus, Ohio, 2017: The Sound Of Your Voice Is Like. . .
A shattering vase once an family heirloom
screaming for it's first meal a baby raccoon
The sound of my Peace, my serenity
A six year old in the talent show who thinks she can sing.
A Walts in the field
Gravel on my feet
The harsh quill of a cactus
A bee sting
by Paul and Sierra
Sparta, Ohio 1919: The Sound Of Your Voice Is Like
The champagne cork popping free,
Sweet melody of birds at the crack of dawn,
Cold flip-side of the pillow.
The first wave of thunder
in a storm
ripping pages from a textbook.
Grabbing a handful of screws.
by Nikki and Briana
Calexico, California 2006: The Sound Of Your Voice Is Like
The sound of your voice is like
the deep rumble of thunder before the rain.
The current that careens through the shallows.
A cry too indistinct to trace.
The cackling of a bandit's fireplace.
The whisper of the spring wind.
The blare of a trumpet on Judgement Day.
by James and Tricia
Chattanooga, Tennessee 140 B.C.: The Sound Of Your Voice Is Like
The sound of your voice is like
Rain falling on a metal roof
as crackling thunder dances through the sky.
The plow hitting the earth ready to plant new life.
A basketball going perfectly through the net.
The popping of popcorn at a circus.
A piece of music written by Francis Chopin.
by Zach and Hayley
Bangor, Washington 1967: The Touch Of Your Hand Feels Like. . .
Breaking of flesh and bone.
My mother bringing bread
up the stairs to my room.
The closing of an old wound.
An apoplectic kiss, brother!
The healing waters of a lost well.
Waking up to breakfast.
by Ash and Mike
Nashville, Tennesee 1979: The Sound Of Your Voice Is Like
a rooster waking you up at doawn,
the shrilling scream from a newborn fawn.
morning wind against my cheeks.
a gentle kiss of an ocean breeze.
booming bass of never ending concerts.
the harmonizinng voices of a children's choir.
a soothing serenity.
by Bobbi and Kass