Amongst my brain’s circuitry
and conscious lucidity,
are crepuscular spaces
invaded by voices
of the unborn and half-fledged.
Poetic words worm and edge,
scritch-scratching senses
into phrases and sentences;
ragged nightmares and dreams
into outfits with hems and seams;
proper poems with lines and stanzas;
sonnets draped with velvets and organzas,
haiku and tanka wrapped in silken thread:
a hubbub of voices holed up in my head.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Images found on Pinteresr
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Mini-Prompt with Brendan: Voices
This Sunday, Brendan wants us to write a short poem about the voices we hear, which call or enthral, yearn and burn. He says the assigned poem is a seashell we should hold to our ears and write about what we hear the sea sing…
He says that, for most of us, voices play at the edge of hearing, in the subconscious slipstream, in dreams and poems, and the realm of the dead. Waking consciousness mutes those voices, the way that shadows fade at noon. Sufferers of schizophrenia have no filter for those voices, they are commanded by them.
He says that, creatively, voices can take us to extremely dark places. The voice in Sylvia Plath’s final poems in the dead of winter 1963 is a terrifyingly artful loud voice; you can hear it too in Shakespeare’s blackest moments.
I’ve got a busy head too, and yours is very lively and colorful. Enjoyed this.
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Thank you! I’m glad I’m not the only one!
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Poetic words worm and edge,
scritch-scratching senses
into phrases and sentences;
ragged nightmares and dreams
into outfits with hems and seams
Wonderfully eloquent!!
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Thank you, Sanaa! Enjoy the rest of the weekend!
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This is absolutely lovely Kim. Luv the textures incorporated
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena! Hope you’ve had a great weekend 😊
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So true I have to deal with such a racket most days. Hubbub is a very underused word.
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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…and when your word worm is all done, your poem looks like an apple core:) well done
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😊
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I really love the sense of all those voices being inked into poems… I would just love to have some sweet dreams.
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Yes, sweet dreams have been eluding me for some time now. I think we’re due a few!
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I so enjoyed the way the poem unfolded, or expanded.. such a fun use of rhyme too.
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Thank you, Kerry!
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The rhyme is delicious, Kim. It brings to mind the organized chaos that is our mind, under the influence of words waiting to become. Thanks so much for sharing this beauty with us.
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Thank you, Magaly!
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Great poem, Kim — “Crepuscular” is the perfect hue for the faint voices poets channel, and “hubbub” is the audible fashion those voices adore.
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Thanks Brendan. The voices are always there, some people just don’t want to hear them. We do 😊
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I like this one, Kim. Well done.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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This is exquisite!
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Thank you, Mary!
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a hubbub of voices holed up in my head
A decent poem is not at all easy despite having them in the head. Isn’t that what we are all experiencing and how difficult it is to bring them out!
Hank.
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Thank you for your comment, Hank, and sorry I’m replying so late but we’ve had a powercut that lasted into the early hours of this morning. I’m just savouring a hot cup of blackberry tea to ward off the chills.
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Brava… 🌹🌹🌹
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Thanks!
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I love your poetic description of what writers have going inside their heads … wonderful!!
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Thank you, Helen!
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