Devinull Poetry Archive 1- Wishes of My Voice

Wishes of My Voice 27/12/07

My voice is like moss upon a cliff
When I wish it,
Or like hammer tongs on an alarm bell
When I rai+se it.
In every day I let it sit
Like evaporating fog upon the pavement,
Or for pleas,
It turns into a barefoot schoolboy.

I hate when men mistake my voice for a woman's.

What I don't have:
A songbird in morning,
A woman in yearning,
The dust of all the empty quarters of California.

I wish I had a voice,
Like the warm waters of a bath
That sup at a lady's skin.
Or a voice like waves of molten chocolate,
Strong and sweet and all-coating.

I wear brogues and drawls like suits,
Fitting for an impression I wish to set,
The contexts sets my pitch and pace,
Like the weather decides how to trim your sails.

But I think in my true voice:
A voice that wears boots,
All rustle of leather and topsoil dancing with the wind.
That's my true voice, but nobody ever hears it.

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[fearthepriest71]

Without presuming to be arrogant, I think I just heard your true voice. And it is a voice worth hearing. Erudite and astute. In my opinion, which I know counts for nothing, when you hit the mark you really pull it off. When you're wide of the mark you are comical and risk becoming an object of ridicule. I am sure you will polish your art just as I am sure you wil be published and widely read and loved. I would say you are gifted but I am sure you have worked hard at your art.

[poetwarrior2003]

Awesome! Great poem!

[poetwarrior2003]

Awesome! Great poem.