Prompt: Write a poem about your favorite bird. upon the golden shore I watch the sandpiper-inconspicuous and plain she hovers above the water cautious as though she’s afraid to fly too high her tiny peeping voice can barely be heard above the gulls and the waves she and I are kindred spirits I understand her…
Tag: voice
Quiet Voices Can Also Roar
Ever since I can remember, I was told, “Speak up,” “What was that again?” or “I can’t hear you.” My naturally soft-spoken voice was like the high, soft notes of a piano competing against a raging bass guitar or the endless pounding of the drumline. Among my opinionated friends, it was often difficult to get…
The Wallflower Returns…Briefly
Before a meeting last week, my coworkers asked me what was hidden behind the wood panel in the conference room. The real answer was boring (a whiteboard), so I told them it hid a portal to another world. What followed was an animated discussion about wardrobes. Yesterday, one of my coworkers brought up that conversation, replaying…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 