1 minute readthe poetess
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as I begin to read your poems
their power enters my body.
Your faithful, deep feeling words
slip through my unsuspecting skin.
I feel them enter my bruisey heart
as air enters my lungs.
there is an affinity.
I dive into the pool.
it takes me a dreamworld moment to orient my self there.
Underwater, time and the senses seem to unfold
I emerge splashing, back into the surface world.
Breathe.
and I understand your first lesson:
though I want to expand my vision and aspire
to carry myself and you
to the farthest horizons.
I miss the point.
I read your poems. I listen.
I feel your pain.
aloneness.
and I know that they are my own
and I understand that your voice speaks
not only to me,
but to anyone
who cares
to listen
So I begin to write in the first person
to listen to the voices in my heart
and know that this
is where transformation
begins.
My dear friends – didn’t think any one’d take me seriously when I said this was my long lost daughter – it’s only little old me reading with a ‘helium’ voice effect. The words just sound so much better coming from her! I wish she did exist, but there’s still time…
OK, back to work … (now where’s that bloody helium bottle gone… ?)
It’s gorgeous and I love it. A little freaky knowing whose voice has transformed, and into such a voice as this. Quite amazing and lovely and mysterious.
I know – it undoes me still! A ghost in the machine.