In the Choir

How many times I've wished I were a singer, if only for singing in the shower ... but that gift seems to have been taken from me forever when my voice changed.

I have become an avid listener, instead.

It is from this listening that the metaphor for this poem arose. I do wish my voice might rise, realistically, not as a singer, but as a writer.

Even there, I am reconciled to the possibility that mine might not be a voice intended to be heard above the chorus of other writers' voices.

If that's the case, then, let my voice ... my writing ... remain steadfast, I say in this little poem.

There, now that I've explained the whole poem, I hope you will still take a look at "In the Choir," originally published in Capper's.

As always, I know that the reader brings a special point of view ... a special knowledge ... to the poem ... and I do enjoy the reader's perspective, the added dimension this gives to what I've written.

I appreciate your taking time to drop by (and there were 47 of you who did that yesterday) ... even if it's just to "sit for a spell" and listen to my ramblings ... but if you choose to join the conversation by leaving a comment, well ... that's always icing on the cake. In either event, many thanks. I'll keep trying.

Meanwhile:

IN THE CHOIR

Oh, that my voice

might soar like

a tenor's rising

as clearly as a bell

from the choir,

but if that wish

is not to be, then

let me remain

a faithful voice

among the many,

my song steadfast.

© 1998

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Today's word: dimension