Voice Over

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Aug 21, 2008.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I'm listening to strangers in my head.
    A skipping track on repeat
    but the resonance is beautiful.
    Sometimes more familiar voices come
    winding through my mind
    most clear on too silent nights
    and when drugs are coursing through my body
    thickening my blood
    and reducing barriers to sludge.
    Can't run away or towards them
    just can't get my feet under me
    or pluck up the courage to crawl.
    I'm listening to the familiar and the strange again
    their voices making a soft rumble
    at times a fanatic crescendo
    a wave, making and unmaking forms, sandcastles on the beach.
    They mix in with the daily sounds,
    the whacking thump of a canine tail on carpet,
    a professor's voice and chalk moving against a blackboard,
    the end
    it's all hard to make out,
    my mind not-quite-white noise,
    everyday ricochet,
    in a million overlays
    to the point where none supersedes the other long enough
    to become intelligible.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Beautiful! I love it!:smile:
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Lovely poem :hug:
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