Attempting to fill the words of others with meaning is admirable and brave... yet we all try to do so. I wonder if the reason is that we crave to understand, or to be understood...
I bought a parrotto squawk and silencethe voices in my head......
I hear a million different voices jabbering at me,To do or not to do!Go away all of you!Shoo!
Or perhaps it's just the reverse...A million different voices hear me speaking in a strange tongueMy words just empty vessels they fill with meaning...Does it really make any difference? What really matters is that there is something we can feed our souls with...-----------------------dear friend, Hopperyour night poem was astonding... I put it up there and wrote something ...thanks sooooooooo much.
Sounds like you're putting words in their words. Sorry I missed the first poetry game. I so wanted t play but find myself tits deep in freelance work at the moment. And alas, I need the money.
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