Monday, May 3, 2010

Vibrations

Vibrations

I want to reach into you
and pluck the string hiding there.
From this vibration,
energy is dislodged, traveling
like the sizzling end
of a burning fuse. Every sound
put out into creation
is a question, a request. Stars
expel light by burning,
with no consciousness to aim
for witnesses fathoms
underneath. But I send these out,
waves, and receive
tremors, echoed frequencies.

3 comments

  1. Excellent poem! From the first line, I was compelled to read it aloud. Your rhythm is flawless, and the content and the imagery- resonates!

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  2. Thanks, Annie, for inspiring me to read it out loud. My first time. And wow! There is something wonderful about hearing and feeling the vibrations of your words.

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  3. Great poem, especially read aloud.

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