Bobby O

TWO VOICES THAT WE FEED

TWO VOICES THAT WE FEED
For fun and exploration of etymology Twice,I read this poem out loud with an opposite voice each time. 
First was a winsome whisper , and the phrases danced eagerly ,like a sexy tango toward the rhyme. 
HOPE with shy optimism breached and reached across a skipping reef . 
Carving sharply through all doubt.        and it was a satisfying belief.                     A mantra sent to serve for more and many days, forever a treasure with easy access to an on Demand, relief. 

Then opposite and starkly different was the VOICE OF A COMMAND. AN IMAGINED Authoritative figure delivered loudly, Attention stand! Each phrase, unloaded with a Practiced certainty , this metaphorical Roadmap , urgent with intensity .Follow, or risk that cruel distasteful trap,suggestive echoes of that booming voice knowingly seemed to foretell.  
A corralled distasteful failure, much like a visit to Dante’s regions of hell. “Win One For The Gipper” 
Like Rockne’s speech, a captive spell, or as a General would cajole and lead, from this Voice we listened and 
From this , we achieved. 
Bobby O

this piece inspired by Goldfinch60