laughter light and shivering
silver chimes adrift
water rushing over jagged rock
all these has He given me
in a voice at once His and mine
I've snapped up
with hunger
and with greed
Do I write like I speak
or speak like I write?
on pages, or screens
do you also hear your own voicerattle in your head?
I am all that I have heard
all that I have read
tossed and seasoned
by the hand of the Master
creating a blend of spice
both hot and sweet
both hot and sweet
and even when I would wish
to taste like someone else
my flavor remains
unique on your tongue.
So much of what you hear
is my "self"surrendered.
Joining Lyla of A Different Story as she leads us in discussions of L. L. Barkat's Rumors of Water. This week we're talking about finding our voice. Join us at TweetSpeak Poetry
2 comments:
I like that you added taste. Voice is also taste, isn't it? :)
"do you also hear your own voice"
That stopped me there, Karin. Sometimes what we say loosens another's words, don't you think?
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