I've also linked this poem, by request (Thank you:) ) to Victoria"s Poetry Site Liv2Write2Day
A
voice may sound,
Loud
or soft,
sweet or stern,
A
voice may crackle
Or
it might display-
Ambrosial
melodies,
Taking
the ear
To
dreamlike states
A
voice may move the room in multiform
From
lugubrious intonations to thernodial tics of speech
A
voice may swim the stars multitudinously far
From
anapestic accentuation to dactylic steps in time
Each
word blessing air
A
symphony of joy-
Or
an elegiac affair
Manifold
interpretations abound in all things
Illustrated
in history, frozen for eternity
A
myriad of experience sung just so
A
voice is alive, a living abstract of the being
Possessing
its own mark on space entwined
A
voice can fill a room
From
the banality of an office-
Where
prosaic diction inflect with hackneyed tone,
While
the sedulously spoken workaday,
Finds
assiduous demeanor and quotidian pertinacity
Offers
nothing outside fatigability and threadbare
To
the biconcave land of the discontent
Where
hearts socket in sepulchral luster
While
funereal pyres singe what remains
Of
a once Odic and Epical life
A
voice may yaw in such strife
Sluing
the dialect of ones dialectics -
Animus
birthed from promissory guile,
Incurvating
the path astray
Pabulum
grows bromidic through chasmal chords
What
first forged its corrosion through innocuous congeniality,
Has
since traversed dilatable plains of platitudinous yawp,
O’er
capacious terrain, multifariously expansive a course,
Past
the sapid and the piquant, eradicating succulence with each noxious terraced
crossed.
A
voice, now writhing, in alveolated strain
Echoes
in dementia’s blistered yawn,
A
song is deafened by the nugatory harbingers, so very
Desperately,
evacuating the tonality of mind
A
voice sings, in search of homogamy
A
voice, aching for propinquity
Yet
the language of the song remains,
Persistently
amorphic in each and every way
Concave
skylines suppress the simmered sun
The
voice has suffocated all proclivity-
Alive
in verse, yet set to rust
A
voice resigned to synchronicity of lip-
For
with the jejune, voluminous wit shall do-
And
the credulous will believe anything you tell them to
A
voice scratched and bruised,
Disgusted
by the prosperity of fools
The
fatuous man is friendly
Yet
knows not what his cheekbone wrinkles for
The
otiose are slothful beasts
Wretchedly
carnivorous
Snacking
on the scraps they gladly take
The
voice
One
day will, again-
Find
the most detectibly nectarous notes
To
whet a dry mans throat
The
voice
One
day again, will
Embody
a soothing tone
Nectariferous
Melliferous
Faveolate
Honey
syrup
Voice
unchained
Now
flavors
A
freer air
Where
sugars
Always
sweet
a voice so much has to say... wonderful
ReplyDeletethe magic of a voice..so well captured fred...the voice is something so unique...be it the real voice or the poetic voice or the voice of art...there's sound in everything around us and everything carries also a melody...it takes a trained ear to hear...yours is..
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic Fred...far too much to quote back at you...I had picked this gem ready to paste, so I shall 'To the biconcave land of the discontent
ReplyDeleteWhere hearts socket in sepulchral luster
While funereal pyres singe what remains
Of a once Odic and Epical life'
But so much came after...
Wonderful...the voice I'm hearing
Oh no! Not you too. That whoopie cushion revolution is really in full bloom. All those sounds get stuck in your head and now look where you are led. haha Looks like we were in the same mind frame today, such fun sound play, you went right to town as well, another fun sounding, written, (now my fingers are yawing in such strife..haha) tale you tell.
ReplyDeleteso much in a voice...we can use it to build or destroy but it depends on what lies in the heart of the one using it...nice fred.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite of yours - full of delectable language and perfect lines - I love it! This poem feels entirely in your voice, would have loved to hear you read it. I also appreciate what Claudia said about your trained ear. Did I mention that I adore it? I have to go read it again.
ReplyDeleteI like the different perspectives and moods of the voice. It shows strongly in this post...very nice one ~
ReplyDeletethe voice of many or few or one - love all of the captures you presented to us here.
ReplyDeleteInteresting how this poem brings to light what everyone possesses and what it can do and what potential it has. Such a rally call this can be for all sorts of movements, and it moves.
ReplyDeleteA voice can change the world...a nice write, Fred.
ReplyDeletesome voices can soothes so well and others grate ...know which I prefer ...thank god everything is not monotone tho life would be so boring thank you for this wonderful exploration of something so basic beautifully written thank you x
ReplyDelete'quotidian pertinacity'--this is far from that--a lovely rippling through all the scales of vocabulary like a practicing primadonna, and fun to read as well as making a serious point. Otiose was a new word for me, so bonus points for that. Really enjoyed this, Fred--it was a living example of how words and ideas are supposed to get together in the dance of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite brilliant...how you involved other senses besides hearing. I'd love to see this linked to the prompt I just posted for the sense of taste. Really well done, Fred.
ReplyDeleteYour voice seems to have much to say. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
Thanks so much for linking to Wordsmith Wednesday!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's all in the tone of voice of how we will be perceived. Wonderfully creative!
ReplyDeleteso true, well put.
ReplyDeleterich insights shared here.
listen closely voices have so much to say excellent and so well done
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/farewell-my-three-legged-friend/
There are so many fun words in there. What a great vocabulary you pull from.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Dulce...... I never realized that a voice had so much to say until I read your poem! Very imaginative and well verbalized with an almost magical vocabulary!! Well done!
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