The tails on most all the letters go wavy, curl left
to a place they’re drawn to instead of from.
Many, however, jut down aggressively as though engraved,
digging trenches in the flesh of pulped tree skin.
Some lay delicate and feminine in their perfect order
others are hewn out with unkempt urgency and demand.
Each flourish, keystone whimsy given form
holding tight the lines, the words, the sentences.
Reviewing the ink gives eyes a chance to wander
pages strewn with discordant emotional ink stains.
The beauty in being fractured as a human being
is that you speak in many voices while seeking to find you own.
2 thoughts on “Many Voices”
Sometimes, it’s like, we are not, the masters, of our own words, they take on , whole new lives, of their own…
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Beautifully put taurusingemini