A Voice



“Was not writing poetry

a secret transaction,

a voice answering a voice?”


~ Virginia Woolf






carrying thoughts

tone and inflection

quietly in my mind





nobody but you

alone is not possible

the universe speaks




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


ME and the Boss







About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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