Voice of My Heart

It is often said that the poet is searching for their own, true voice in their work. As I recover poems that I’ve written in the past, I’m left with a realization: for the most part, the poems that I’ve written are as much in the voice of their intended recipient as they are my own. This explains the variety of forms and types… they represent my interpretation of the voices that I shared them with. Having never written for public consumption, I’ve never felt the need for a monologue, only for an invitation to a shared moment.

Perhaps that’s the next part of the journey, the idea of self-expression… but historically, I have had a hard time finding that motivation. Is there a pressing reason to express yourself if there is no intent to share or inform, simply to say out loud what you know inside? I’m not sure… and I’m blessed in my life with an over-abundance of loved ones that I deeply desire to share myself with, so to move past them and to an unknown public seems superfluous. It’s an on-going question; this blog will be a major part of that exploration.

For now, welcome inside. Please scroll down, read what interests you and see if there is some commonality in my messages to my loved ones, and for your own heart. If you find that here, thank you for being so open to it… if not, then hopefully neither of us is the worse for wear.