Thursday, March 06, 2008

Totally Optional Prompts: Different Voices

Central Otago, February 2008

I planned to write in the voice of another poet this week, honest, but it seems my own voice was stronger.

Speaking Out
I have no other voice.
There is no Walt Whitman
in me today nor will I be
a Bronte tomorrow.
It is not lack of imagination,
this singularity of voice.
It is the imperative of
an urge to be heard, a
message forged within,
a high-pitched tone.
I will not counterfeit
the currency of someone
else’s song, their turn of
phrase, their pentameter.
You may know me by
these words I speak, and
greet me with your own.
Poets actually following the prompt here.


Stan Ski said...

It takes such hard work to find your own voice you just want to keep it; but what a compliment if someone else 'samples' it

Crafty Green Poet said...

I enjoyed this, I don't like to conterfeit another poet either.

anthonynorth said...

Well I've been totally unnatural in mine. You, on the other hand, have been honest.

gautami tripathy said...

No wonder, I resorted using my mother's voice.

I like the honesty in yours.

mom is the word

sister AE said...

I like this poem a lot, because I also struggled with the prompt. I think I'm going to keep struggling because I keep wondering if one of the truths I have to tell would be more effective with different inflection - a tone other than my normal one.

paisley said...

i for one respect your clarity of voice.. i believe there is nothing more distractive than a forced persona... i loved your poem...

tumblewords said...

Smart and true - that's why we have our own voices...I tried only to change the 'tenor' of my own - Nicely done!

Dale said...



SweetTalkingGuy said...

Nice one Pip, love the number plate too...

Kate said...

This is the first of your poetry posts I've had to comment on (though I always read and think). Very eloquently honest.