Shouting Down the Well

Shouting Down the Well

I know it’s my voice, I heard it reflect,
In hollow echoes which cause me to smile.
It's a talent that I want to perfect,
So my thoughts might linger a little while.
Though the resonance makes my voice sound deep,
With overtones both sublime and mellow;
I never hear anything new, to keep
To myself, from that talkative fellow!
I talk to myself, and that may seem strange,
My solo, one-sided conversation;
But, I've never heard a reason to change,
Nor have entertained a reservation.
Though few remember the stories I tell,
I like how I sound, shouting down the well.

Mick McKellar
March 2015

Posting personal poetry online can feel like shouting down a well. I may like how it sounds, but mostly I'm merely talking to myself—sometimes loudly enough for others to hear.

Mick