Deep Voice
I am being visited by words.
Some come from the world
immediately around me.
Travel, experience.
Some come from my grandmother.
I listen to their shadows.
The voice of my mother
echoes from the center of our house.
Poems of the body,
where do you come from?
Books,
Sunday School
and Saturday night movies,
all equally determining
my voice.
Some fade away
but remain backseat drivers
as one after another takes control.
Nothing ever lost.
The Writing Prompts prompt this week is “Voice.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
That’s such a great take on the prompt. Beautifully emotive, Judy đ
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Thanks, Esther. And thanks, as always, for the inspiration of the prompt.
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I enjoyed the imagery in this poem
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Thanks, Sadje.
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xo
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A nice catalog of influences on your writing life.
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Thanks, Eilene, but reading it again, I feel I really need to add another stanza for something I left out..May do so. (Actually, I just did add two lines to the first stanza.)
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Evocative poem.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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My pleasure, dear Judy.
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This is beautiful Judy â¤ď¸
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Muchas gracias.
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Words fading away but remaining as backseat drivers is so relatable. That’s how we carry experiences throughout life.
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I am so happy you befriended me. You are a highly skilled writer and a very precious human bring. Ann p.s. I love this poem.
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I have always been happy to know you, Ann, even when you were my sister’s friend, before you were mine. I still remember you and Tony at our “Bad Taste” party. Do you have a photo of yourselves at it? If not, I need to find it in an album and send it to you. Glad you liked my poem. Whenever someone comments on a poem, I end up reading it again on my blog and this time I realized there was something I’d left out that I addeed to the first stanza. Have another look..xo
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