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Beckoning Vibrations
by Alison McKenzieNotes float
Across miles
And into tissue,
Back out, in golds
And violets,
The vibrations riding on love.
Trilliumatic harmonies,
Bass notes resonating
Until bones quiver
And tendons buzz.
The intangible translates,
An ancient language
Communicated through waves
And not words.
Notes sing, beckon,
Ride Infinity’s crest,
Devotion’s sustenance
Nourishing the whirling rhythms
From crown to root.
Caught on the baritone intensity,
Carried into marrow
Floating on the glimmer
Of these joyous byways.
Call me peculiar
If it must be so,
Shadow’d hands
Cosmically aligned with tomorrow,
Wavering lonely on a breeze.
06/21/2009 Posted on 06/21/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/22/09 at 12:06 PM You just tickle my brain buds so much....I think I am getting addicted to your poetry. I just love this, Ali. Thanks. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 06/22/09 at 02:37 PM this is lovely. I can almost hear the beauty of a native american wood flute playing in the distance. |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/24/09 at 01:39 AM Very nice Alison! The rhythm of this is infectious. Almost hypnotic! I like :) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/28/09 at 05:37 AM "caught on the baritone intensity, carried into the marrow..." As i was by this lovely melodic poem, Alison |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/28/09 at 04:01 PM Until bones quiver
And tendons buzz. Just two lines from an altogether exceptional piece of poetry Alison. A worthy expression of your current state of mind in terms of love, or better lack thereof. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 06/29/09 at 06:52 PM Deep thoughts and deeper feelings.... so true! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 06/30/09 at 03:46 AM A wonderous read as I view and listen to nature as her "trilliumatic harmonies" (clever,as trilliums are one of my favorite woodland flowers and trillium also means trilling) wave from fields of colorful blooms. Brilliance Al-i-son! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/30/09 at 04:36 PM The other night I went outside to put out the garbage for the morning pickup, and I noticed the cacophony of sounds. Crickets, locusts, and God knows what else. It DID vibrate me and so I can feel the bone shaking harmonies in your poem. Thanks for this brilliant, delicate symphony. Ravel has nothing on you. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/01/09 at 11:12 PM Such a flow to this - I am drawn along hearing the music. Thank you! I like that you have included colors in this idea. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 07/05/09 at 06:12 AM Call me shallow, but this seemed incredibly sexual to me. I was reading through the comments to see if I was alone in that response, and it looks like I am, but regardless of your intent, I thoroughly enjoyed the read. And trilliumatic is most certainly the word of the day. |
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