VOICE

Voice

High-pitched tones and clicks

mimics of heartbeat and pulse

Bad copies

echoes of what is heard

Tying together the words

creating necklaces of air

to express myself

Speaking in ink

to be heard far away and forever

Learning to soar

adding melodic gems to my necklaces

making my notes harmonic

Again

I've picked up

my dead tree tattoo gun

polishing the tarnish away

tightening the links

checking the clasps

hoping to fill my paper treasure chest

with things of value

April 30, 2016

National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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