How many times I've wished I could sing, 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 ... 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.
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.
Today's word: dimension