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I can type in a cadence,
While I write some prose
Yet it is seen all in print or pixels,
What voice is given those?
I’m New York City born and raised,
Yet by southern women bred,
But rarely either of those things known
The first time my words are read
You don’t hear the rapid staccato
Of my native Harlem streets
Or when it’s breathy and drawled
Like a Carolina belle so sweet
But yet you hear me
No, my voice is then a rolling brogue
Or a clipped Queen’s English call
Or Any language that wants to be dVerse
Wait, do you know any Klingon at all?
Because for all my written verbiage
There is one major limitation
My voice is solely in province
Of you, the reader’s imagination
This when anger ravages, my throat’s rawness is real
When heartache tears my soul asunder, I choke then
Stillness brings my silence, while silliness peals laughter
And you know this, though not one word is spoken
Ah, but yet you hear me
Yes, you hear me
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Raivenne-lations 
Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam
or to write poetry…..
and true in that the reader ascribes a voice to the poet as well based on assumptions on the limited information we have about the writer….
LOL! Thanks Brian.
So nice to read this introspective piece…one of the perks of the internet 😉 Well written.
Thank you, Katy.
Indeed I did – I heard you, I read you and I have an idea of you on Harlem’s streets, quick and stopping to read on the trains going downtown, to the library reading Keats or Austin, or Kerouac or Baldwin. Yes this is enough..I think I might know you (a little anyway).
Smiles, “a little” … Thanks Gay.
I think a voice can be heard through pixels.. but it will be through the choice of reading… still it can be apparent in its context…
Very true in its context, thanks Björn.
Very good. When we write little by little we give little bits of ourselves away. Or do we…?
Anna :o]
We give and take as needed to tell the needed tale, yes. Thanks Anna.
Yes, the voice is solely the province of the readers imagination …it transcends the human voice…it is the mind’s voice….a reason I do not like poetry ( with a few exceptions) to be read out aloud. Excellent poem.
There is a place for spoken word poetry, yet not all poetry is meant to be spoken. Both are very true. Thanks Rallentanda.
I think you hit the nail on the head, at least from my take on your verse. You could speak this in any accent, but the meaning is true to the individual reading it.
Thank you! That is exactly what I am saying Poetrtpeapea Readers “hear” it i n their own voice or in the voices they glean from it and receive meaning thusly. Sometimes the message I think I am putting out is not always the same message received, but it’s always interesting to listen to what they’ve heard instead.