La Voix

October 13, 2011
By KaraElizabeth BRONZE, Byron Center, Michigan
KaraElizabeth BRONZE, Byron Center, Michigan
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I wonder what it’d be like to let you talk me to sleep

To rest in your vocal chords

Woven between each strand of muscle and covered in sweet melody

Never would I have to part from it

The gravel that enters your throat the moment you stretch for that low note

The comforting, welcoming sounds you make when your voice goes high

There’s a broken beer bottle in there

The glass scratching on the walls

A little too much smoke—


It’s not the way you say my name

But what you use to speak it

The author's comments:
I was talking to my friend on the phone one night when I was inspired to write this poem. I paid less attention to his speech mannerisms and more to the actual sound and tone of his voice. I then tried to put these sounds into mind pictures.

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