vessels of blood, of brass (poem 20160522)

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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

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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.

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