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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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ME and the Boss Poetry 