My outvoice is nothing special
I think it will do the job
but then it cracks on high notes
and disappears on low notes
and wobbles sometimes erratically.
It has been booed at Karaoke
and gone into long-term hiding.
But my invoice is magnificent
as strong as Shirley Bassey
as softly clear as Dido
as blue as Norah Jones
as baritone as Neil Diamond.
It longs to join in every time but is trapped -
helpless as a moth in a light shade.
Oh how I envy
this instrument some people
carry inside themselves
versatile and unique,
and instantly entrancing
That was an imaginative use of “invoice.”
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Thanks. 🙂
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love the word play, the whole poem; an unusual subject, immediately captivating —
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Thanks. Glad you like it. 🙂
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I like your voice and I can also relate to this poem. I envy people with beautiful voices both singing and speaking
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