Voice Calling For Personal Change
Voice Calling for Personal Change
The voice in my head does not
cry wolf,
still it despairs
of being listened to,
though its timbre’s sharp
as glisten on fresh snow–
but oh how it carps,
and always on a per diem–
so, I pay it
no mind,
until its call fades to shadow
in a cave,
if shadows were furred, fanged, clawed,
if caves flattened
into fields,
and as if fresh snow
still glistened somewhere
which it surely does
at least for a little longer,
as if, too, my personal change
could actually affect all that–things
like snow
and glisten
and wolves.
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drafty sort of poem for Brendan’s prompt on Real Toads about voices in our heads, and also for open link night. Drawing is mine but based on diorama at the American Museum of Natural History in New York.
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January 24, 2017 at 11:03 pm
I believe it does – our energy goes out into the world and shifts things a little – much like that butterfly effect. I love your beautiful wolves.
January 25, 2017 at 12:40 am
Love the voice inside as a wolf. Maybe we need that voice, but I wish to have the power to silence it at times.
January 25, 2017 at 1:44 am
Liking this, K. At the end, will the ‘wolves’ join the hoards of other animals now extinct, their extinction brought by the selfish and inhumane acts of man? God bless the zoo keepers.
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January 25, 2017 at 5:35 am
There’s such clarity here, K — how the “call” for inner change refused to “cry wolf” but instead becomes the shadow of wolves on a wall of a field, foraging. Rilkean transformations of that which is great within and yet small. Thanks for the round two.
January 25, 2017 at 6:23 am
No crying wolf but that constant carping. I like this. As if you could affect them. May as well go with yes, you can.
January 25, 2017 at 11:27 am
We are left with seize the day ….
January 25, 2017 at 11:36 am
but oh how it carps,
and always on a per diem–
so, I pay it
I love to see your wit at play here, Karin, even when you write about the tough subjects.
January 25, 2017 at 3:25 pm
We rise up first in thought and then we step out and carry our message. Great poem… We must trust we plant change through our convictions.
January 25, 2017 at 10:12 pm
This is like a scary folk tale
February 1, 2017 at 5:19 pm
provided there are still elections in 2018, that’s when your voice has a chance to be heard, again, yes? ~