My Throat

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
All Rights Reserved

Deep inside my throat
A cork begs to be popped.

Fizzling words, opinions

feelings

New Year’s Eve of Flowing Voice

spilling

celebrating

not stopping

till the last bubble bursts.

 
                 ~.~

The song reverberated.

My sinuses a sounding board

my lungs

a bellows.

A passageway cleared

to hit the high notes

for the first time in so long

I was a giraffe.

~~~

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