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Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Inner Voice

I put this poem, 'The Voice' up on the site this time last year. Maybe there is something about being halfway through a year which gets us all thinking about where we are going, and a desire to look inside, wondering what direction the second half of the year will take.

Either way, it must have struck a note with many of you, because over 400 people have stopped by to have a read.

So here it is again in celebration/questioning of the second half of 2012



The Voice

Whose voice is this I want to know,
I hear her,
She is so familiar.

Sounds like me, but not so.
I hear her voice from years ago.

I hear it now,
I want to smile,
I love her spirit and her guile.

Where did she go?
I want to know.

I hear her playing a different tune,
The beat less sure,
The tone less tuned.

To strangers, she's a side of herself,
To family, friends, she's many guises.

To me, she's part of what might be.
I hear her voice,
Incessantly.

10 comments:

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    1. Thanks DS - hope things are good with you:)

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  2. Great idea - the voice of the earlier self. We're all made up of so many different selves.

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    1. Funny thing Val - she has never left me - hope she never does!

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  3. I like the premise of your pome, it rings so true.

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    1. For sure Michelle - btw, we are well overdue another meet for coffee - you need to come to Dublin again, maybe not RTE next time, but somewhere interesting!

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  4. I have no doubt the second half of 2012 holds many wonderful things for you, Louise, enjoy!

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  5. Love it Louise. The only way is up woman and I know your headed all the way!
    with a smile from the heart for you
    Ita :-)


    here's a wee one I wrote on voice


    The Voice

    Words - whispers - echoing sounds
    Creating newness all around
    Where they come from, where they go
    Where they'll lead me I do not know
    But for one thing I can be sure
    Of these words their essence truer
    Of life - of love - of pastures newer
    They make me, shake me, from the vine
    When listing to this voice of mine
    It resonates within my soul
    The voice, it's me, when being whole.

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    1. Thanks Ita - and I really connect with your words - wonderful:)

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