As someone just taking baby steps into the world of writing, and particularly the world of poetry, this week’s Poetry Thursday prompt made me throw up my hands (metaphorically speaking) and cry WHOA! Voice? I don’t think I have a “voice” yet, at least not in the poetic sense. Not in the way that Mary Oliver has a voice, or Jane Kenyon, or Naomi Shihab Nye, some of the poets whose work I’ve been reading and enjoying. I spent most of the week wandering around thinking, “where is my voice?” and “how do I find it?” I had just about decided to post a poem from one of the poets mentioned above, as if to say, “I don’t have a voice of my own, but how I wish I had one like this!”
But then, I heard something. Not a voice, really, but a tiny whisper. So, I have a poem of my own to offer after all.