Chasing the feeling
Made before
What is life but a series of voices,
Whispering there's something more?
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Mind racing
Every thought of that
I wanted before
Holding space for that passing
As my heart beats to the sound of the unknown
I'm wishing for
silence
the voices from inside won't stop
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Taking the plunge
I notice a void
Silence
I yearned before given freely
It's too much
I wasn't ready
I struggle to breach
claw my way up
Will I make it to the top?
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (28)
Fantastic poem, Jazzy. I really loved two of the beginning lines, "What is life but a series of voices, whispering for something more?" If that doesn't nail the human experience, I don't know what else would. Also, was it, "taking the plunge?"
Yes, this is ethereal and reflective. How can we not ask for more? Seek and we shall find! Lovely poem, Jazzy!! 💗💕
Dear Jazzy, I think there’s always ‘more’ if we are open and know where to look.. a really thoughtful little piece/poem. Terrific job. So this morning I woke up and seemed to have a tip from you but I haven’t written anything in weeks.. so I was like did her fingers slip!?..🤪 Well it’s mine now, so thank you very much. 😁 I missed this piece of yours earlier but congrats on your top story as well! 😊👍
I like how the last word is top, and it got top story. Congrats in a tardy way, been trying to regain my time schedule for reading. Glad I went back to this, it is exquisite. Making the mind race with that series of voices. Trying to rise out of silence and emptiness and find itself.
I am not surprised this made it as a top story. An extremely well written piece exploring the concept of chronic discontent. Brilliantly done!
Great words, your have a good story
Powerful performance poem!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
great work ❤️
Wow! This is one of your best! Thank you for crafting and sharing! And congrats!
Jazzy this was relatable and very moving for me! Great work and congratulations on Top Story!
Congratulations on your Top Story
Congratulations on your Top Story💯♥️😉🎉
Yes, I believe you will make it. Beautiful piece. Congrats on the TS.
One of my favourite words and one of my favourite pieces by you! congrats on TS!
Back with congratulatons x Beautifully done x
Thought-provoking & very well-written!
There are so many layers of meaning here! 'Holding space for that passing' - I love that line, the dual ideas of both making room in your life for growth, but also perhaps holding something back from other opportunities as you keep your eyes focussed on one point far ahead. Then the sudden realization that what you leapt for is too much, too hard, too big, too lonely; or simply not what you thought it would be. This is really artful!
Omggg that jump is scaryyyy especially when we're not ready! I guess there is not right time but only when we feel ready. Loved your poem!
Oh I felt this! That leap of faith is always terrifying, but it beats the alternative of staying stuck. Beautifully done.
Great poem, Jazzy, with so many lovely turns of phrase 💙Anneliese
Great read! I love this line “As my heart beats to the sound of the unknown” and also the symbolism of the emojis!!
Stunning. Reminds me so much of Macbeth. All just signifying nothing x 🤍
This is pure genius: "What is life but a series of voices, Whispering there's something more?" Beautiful poem, Jazzy!
Gorgeous As always
I believe you will make it to the top. In fact, you’re already there. 🧡