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Crystal Bowl Singing (as if I'd asked a question)
by Alison McKenzieCrystal bowl,
Big around as a huge watermelon
Cut in half,
Bass tones quivering
Deep into tissue
And well into bones.
I circle the rim,
Fast at first,
And then slow,
Making sure it doesn’t skip.
The Bowl sings for me,
Like I asked a question,
And It knows the answer
Vibrates long after the waves
Have left the room,
Follows me to my car,
Makes my ribcage ache -
Like after an orgasm
Without the sex.
I buzz from the energy
Like 99 Red Bulls,
The muscles in my arms
Still humming
The harmonics.
The Affinity said,
“Take me home with you,
You know it’s where I belong…”
But my wallet was empty.
So here I sit,
Writing to The Universe
For a way, some way,
To be reunited with that Bowl,
A soul mate of sorts,
Resonating together
Into bliss.
06/05/2009 Author's Note: I understand it sounds weird. Let me just say, it FELT weird...
Posted on 06/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/09 at 01:27 PM Captivating slice of introspection. Reminds me of my father, and how he liked to make a crystal wine glass sing by running a wet finger around and around its rim. Don't drink the stuff, but I also like the idea of the 99 Redbulls, and orgasms without sex; I often have these spiritually, especially after completing a poem. |
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