Somewhere on the dial
my signal was strong.
Careless cooing,
first formed phrases.
Somewhere in the mix
my voice vanished.
Calls corrupted,
discourse dissed.
Somewhere on the surface
my notes, floating.
Words in the swell,
ideas limp, and soused.
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Magpie Tales: Not Raving, but Frowning
Somewhere on the dial
my signal was strong.
Careless cooing,
first formed phrases.
Somewhere in the mix
my voice vanished.
Calls corrupted,
discourse dissed.
Somewhere on the surface
my notes, floating.
Words in the swell,
ideas limp, and soused.
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it is rather scary to think of losing ones voice...or writing voice...it happens, and sometimes all too easy but...nice write...
ReplyDeletenothing worse than not being heard
ReplyDeletenice magpie
odd to think your words are just out there floating somewhere...scary to think of losing your voice...your words........
ReplyDeleteI like the sibilance of this, especially the discourse dissed line. ( I would put that in quotes, but inexplicably,my French characters have kicked in.)
ReplyDeleteSoused is a great word!
Everyone wants to be heard, but when even one's ideas flounder, very bad. But a very good write.
ReplyDeletesometimes i think when i started writing i just took the words and penned them on the page...the longer you write, the more you think about different things, rhythm, cadence, rhyme, structure..whatever and lose some of the ease..much enjoyed your poem..
ReplyDeleteI think there's much more to this than losing one's voice.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when that happens,
ReplyDeletewhen all about you the din
diminishes what you whisper,
write, even scream; and yet
some creature not seen still
heard you, could quote back
to you your words, your linguistic
prodigy, and thank the gods
for them.
A powerful piece, Martin, our voices need to be heard:)
ReplyDeleteI really like the writing. Soused is a good word.
ReplyDeleteI hear music behind this.
ReplyDeleteAn important thing to anyone, but especially a writer....this is powerful writing Martin!!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your offering.
ReplyDeleteI loved the notes floating! thanks.
ReplyDeleteGood attention to sounds in your poem.
ReplyDeleteCool allusion in the title, and interesting picture to accompany your work.
ReplyDeleteThings were easier being young and fearless...nice write, Martin...
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling.
ReplyDeleteThank you all, for your comments.
ReplyDeleteSoused is the perfect word here.
ReplyDelete=)
Rich and thoughtful!
ReplyDeleteDrowned vowels ... submerged song
ReplyDeleteI think we've all been there. Nicely handled.
ReplyDeletePowerful words ~
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