A Voice

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“Was not writing poetry

a secret transaction,

a voice answering a voice?”

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~ Virginia Woolf

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Elfje:

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sound

carrying thoughts

tone and inflection

quietly in my mind

voices

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Haiku:

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nobody but you

alone is not possible

the universe speaks

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Poem:

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to myself only am I known
the heart and soul always masked
always pretending to be alone

the projected persona is gregarious
the insides are roiling and knotted
if you knew, it would be hilarious

at one time the emotions were perceived as suffering
over the years those feelings have become quotidian
I now find that my misery is habitual and comforting

found a friend with whom I could commensurate
a loving Higher Power who has all of the answers
He notes that my emotional responses are inveterate

new sympathies for the old dog are difficult at best
a better way of thinking has become my quest

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ME and the Boss

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