and it sticks in my throat
like a subterranean river
in a concrete culvert
it hisses like the breeze
toothless in leafless trees
or chevrons of goose music
when what I desire
is a speckle of thrush song
to fly through open sky
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Voice
writing in north norfolk 
My goodness this is absolutely gorgeous Kim!💞 I love how you describe the urgency and yet inability of the voice to pour out its desires at times. Beautifully done!😍
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Thank you kindly, Sanaa!
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This is very powerful. 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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How I know that we get geese in flight when we want thrush song, sometimes both are urgent needs. I love the images of toothless trees and trapped rivers. May the seasons turn and change.
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Thank you, Susan.
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How I adore that speckle of thrush song, flying……….wow!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Brava.. 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you, Dorna🏀😊🌻
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Not being able to use your voice has heightened the senses of sight and sound. Eloquently done.
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Thank you, Viv.
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My pleasure 😊
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A lovely clever write Kim of how our emotions resonate in our words. Sometimes it is difficult to find our thrush song…
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna.
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kaykuala
when what I desire
is a speckle of thrush song
to fly through open sky
We need not have to ask for much but somehow things might find it difficult to move the way we want. Yes, sometimes it happens!
Hank
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🙂
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“a speckle of thrush song”…What a beauty this line is! So are the images of ‘subterranean river’ and ‘toothless…..trees’.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Your words are true, and for me, when I find the “voice” it has so much more to say, than expected.
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