A Voice in Your Head
Nov 13 2022
Hard to know
where the writing comes from.
You sit in your comfortable chair,
adjust the light,
select a favourite pen;
black ink
easy-gliding nub
good heft.
You need quiet
and write best at night.
The paper's unlined;
because you hate feeling confined,
and all the cross-outs and corrections
will leave a mess of palimpsest,
long snaky arrows
connecting the dots.
Then, it's like taking dictation;
a voice in your head
from who knows where.
Past lives?
The muse
only you can hear?
Your subconscious self
whispering in one ear?
Something you read.
Stuff someone told you
happened to them.
What you may have observed
or overheard,
at least imagine you did.
Stream of consciousness.
Whimsy, enchantment
and flights of fancy.
Clever twists of plot
you follow more than plan.
One word at a time
faithfully inscribed
in your own peculiar shorthand.
But always doubting and insecure,
unsure
if it's going anywhere,
will be any good,
reveal something
you'd rather keep to yourself.
So, is it your voice
or are you simply recording?
Is all you really are
just a good stenographer,
who listens well
and tries not to get the way?
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