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A Wooden Instrument, Returned By Human Hands

by Tom Goss

I
Swift flute swirls
evoke the weighted breath of a forest night
spent meditating with playful awareness.

Floating rings from this birth canal of carbon
integrate a quieted mind
into the vast community of unexamined,
expanding tree rings.

Despite the swift and delicate fingers of evaporation,
liquid renewal emerges from the soil
to replace the human reservoir of disconnection
with a heartening stream of togetherness
that flows just as well towards endings
as it does towards beginnings.

II
The peaceful droop
of your twin unburdened hands
draws forth a familiar arrow
from the quiver of yearning:

with glacial demeanor
your empty hands and hollow ears
await the moment when your lips
once again divert lungfuls of air
into the singing arms of sound.

III
Listening carefully to the ebb and tide
of your body-essence,
you unconsciously transform each wave
into the sweetly flowing notes
of rapturous rejuvenation;
serenity crystallizes and
finally you understand:

as your eyes see,
as your ears hear,
so the swift flute swirls.

As your ears see,
as your eyes hear,
so the swift flute swirls.

03/27/2007

Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>

Posted on 03/27/2007
Copyright © 2021
Tom Goss

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/27/07 at 04:38 PM

The images in this poem make it feel like a love poem, and in many ways it is - love of the music the flute creates, love of the process of creating the flute, and love of the flute itself. The gently, flowing words are like the music the flute creates. The more I read this, the more I love it. Going on my favorites.
~Chelle~

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/06/07 at 03:26 PM

I am always heartened by the complexities of your poetry and the maturity of your words as you delve into the "more" of the life around us. The title itself, the wooden instrument, which speaks to me of potential just waiting for touch and action. The human element that carved this instrument from the birth canal of carbon. And yet only with the combining of the two is the music set free and I listen as "serenity crystallizes" and the "rapture rejuvenates". I'm so glad you shared this.

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