Devinull Poetry Archive 1- Wishes of My Voice
BackWishes 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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Uploaded: May 16th, 2008 @ 11:00 am
Author: Devinul
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