“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label inner voice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inner voice. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Another time
could you tell
the
pre-
occupation was else-
where
by, I mean, analogous to
investment, banking into
listening with the right ear-
I always knew
it was not wrong-
which explains why
I haven't given
much voice,
by choice
to what is left
over
this way
I can hear who said it best
and decide omissions,
sadly some adverbs snuck in
the cracks,
the poet recites
from fissures
showing the weak spots
matching voices,
what could have been
an echo
asked again,
could you repeat that?
Painting by Giovanni Segantini, 1892 in [Public domain].
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