Wednesday, April 27, 2016

National Poetry Month day 27

Today I've combined the NaPoWriMo prompts from today and Monday:
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Words poured into your ear, both intimate and impersonal when you're taking a call in the customer service phone bank.
The exactly phrasing varies, but you know that almost all the calls tell one of a few stories
Those few distill down to one voice reaching out through wires or towers or digital signals
This voice questing into telephonic infrastructure, trusting to technology for transformation and guidance,
For the means to reach out to you. This voice cast like a net in hope of finding the help, the remedy, the solution
You can provide

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