Invisible voices NaPoWriMo 2

She slipped invisible
between the pages
unnoticed, finding her own way,
invisibility is a curse,
and a power –
I mean, it’s terrible to be
unseen
and yet, invisible, you can
work your way into
the heart of things.

She wore invisibility
like a cloak,
used it to hide
hair unbrushed,
comfortable shoes,
hands untended,
slipped between
blades of grass,
between sheets
of plate glass,
sipped coffee
watched the world.

I mean, it’s terrible to be
unseen
and yet, invisible, I can
work my way into
the heart of things.
I wear invisibility
like a cloak,
use it to hide
hair unbrushed,
comfortable shoes,
hands untended,
I slip between
blades of grass,
between sheets
of plate glass,
insinuate myself between
the molecules of the world.
sip coffee
watch the world
invisible.

You wear invisibility
like a cloak,
use it to hide
hair unbrushed,
comfortable shoes,
hands untended,
you slip between
blades of grass,
between sheets
of plate glass,
insinuate yourself between
the molecules of the world.
sip coffee
watch the world:
you slip invisible
between the pages
unnoticed,
finding your own way.
Invisibility is a
curse, and a power.
Invisible you work your way
into the heart of things.

Day Two of NaPoWriMo and we are asked to play with voices, re-writing poems in the first, second and third person, seeing what happens to them. 

4 thoughts on “Invisible voices NaPoWriMo 2

  1. I think I like the “I” version the best. There is an air of intimacy about it and the poet is so present in that last image, sitting and sipping a cup of coffee and watching the world.

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    • Funnily enough it’s a reworking of a previous poem. I remembered it as being in the “I” but when I went back to it, it was third person. Maybe it wanted to be first person all along…

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      • I know. I read it the first time you posted it as well. When I read it the second, I didn’t remmeber which NaPoWriMo pro you’d written it for and thought you’d done what I’ve sometimes done in the past and published three edits of a poem without erasing the earlier edits. Then, duh, I realized the only difference was point of view. I can’t remember which one was your original now. Any of the three versions is a winner with me. Now how complicated is this comment?

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