Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Rob Schackne #166 - Make The Bowls Sing

Make The Bowls Sing


Periphery you know future you do not
walking home beside China’s tallest building
its grace (good word) in smog (bad word)

patiently hearing the islands drowning
(bless its generations of scavengers)
as they figure out the direction of noise

circling the planet dando una vuelta

(the scandal is part of every molecule)
waves of sound sing to universal oceans

how streets will run high with words
the bronze bowls forever hum with joy
(lucky there’s no birdsong on the moon)

have faith in hope the music holds
everywhere the edge of sound & if health
for happiness then happiness for 10,000 years.


6 comments:

  1. What a terriffic poem. Short and complex.

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  2. yes :) and a great grabby opening line

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  3. I very much love the 'universal oceans' and the no birdsong on the moon idea. A lot going on!

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