vessels of blood, of brass (poem 20160522)

the empty vessel
can sing, he said,
running his finger
along the rim
and causing the brass bowl
to hum

but how do you empty
your bones of your
emptiness, i asked

he struck me, then,
and rose, tucking his
silent bowl under his arm
he never returned
and i never heard his
empty vessel
sing again

5 thoughts on “vessels of blood, of brass (poem 20160522)

  1. but how do you empty
    your bones of your
    emptiness, i asked

    Hmm, that’s a fascinating question actually!
    Here’s my question – are you sure emptiness resides in bones or in hearts?

    1. Ha! I don’t have any answers. I just ask questions. But if I had to venture an opinion, if say that if you can have something in your bones or your heart, then you can also not have it.

  2. I loved this. The idea of the empty vessel. The idea of emptying yourself, and feeling empty as a result. This speaks of how many of us feel quite regularly and some may never understand but if they read this, I think they’ll be as close to understanding as is possible because it paints such a vivid and sensitive picture of that emotion that is hard to define with words.

Comments are closed.