Now that I’ve declared I was a poet (much more so than just a fiction writer), I decided to really put myself out there.
By recording poetry as “spoken word.”
This was a huge thing for me as I absolutely HATE the sound of my own voice. This mainly stem from a history of speech problems due to my hearing impairment. So, after listening to other poets’ recording their poems, not to mention some hard-core loving encouragement from Susan Richardson, I took that leap.
Quiet was my very first attempt. This poem was actually inspired by having listened to so many of Avi Kaplan’s music:
Once was a poem I wrote years ago, but it’s a story I feel is still very relevant today:
“The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.” –Barbara W. Tuchman
Who wants to go through this life, and then pass on without being remembered? I don’t think anyone desires to be forgotten. What better way to carry on your legacy than to leave a written record of your time on this world?