I Have No Voice For Song – But I Sing Along

I have no voice for song

My words headstrong

With a powerful message

But they just come out wrong

Some say too flat

Others remark

Just a tarry too sharp

Kind of like a screaming cat

Without any training

I’ll never improve

I don’t expect

Any jobs entertaining

So I smile and accept my fate

The swirling songs would be great

As lyrical poetry

Nice to contemplate

I know I sound great to myself

When I’m showering

Or shaving

Surrounded by no one else

Top billing in my bathroom studio

The mirror aglow

My audience of one

Always here for the nightly show

I belt out jazz at the top of my lungs

Switch to rock or pop

Singing loud, I never stop

Some would say I sing in tongues

Hopefully the walls contain

My sharpish screeches

Flattened speeches

No sense in sharing the pain

With my razor mic

I sway and dance

Twirl and prance

Depending what I feel like

While deep inside I’m apprehensive

If the door would open

My voice ‘a croaking

I’d certainly be on the defensive

It’s the risk of song

I’ve recognized

Untalented, but I feel alive

Something I knew all along

My audience of one, decides

When the performance ends

And my day begins

I’m never, ever criticized

With an open ear

I’m listening

For a chuckle or a giggle

But hoping I won’t hear

Pulling open the door

Quick and sure

I glance in the hall

Down on the floor

No critics hiding

But I’m still deciding

Are they laughing

At what I’m providing

Entertainment of the comedic kind

Maybe that’s what they find

By listening to my howling

Hilariously raw and unrefined

As I step on the path

I try not to laugh

At my foolish thoughts

And the aftermath

I have great words

Some rarely heard

But singing is another matter

I’ll just leave it to the birds

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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