The Sound

the sound of your speech
the way you enunciate your vowels

create the impression of whether
you deserve power or not

the hands must not be clumsy
but gripping sort of strong

and hard and clinging like a vine
like a chameleon

change the color of your skin
instantly as change of gear in a car

to get to the destination
and arrive there with so much pretense

for grace and success,
where are we now? do not ask

show a definite stance
this is the place of my power

our castle of virtue
our paths to enlightenment

there is the sound of contentment
alone but not lonely

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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