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Bowl
by Cyril Wong

March 1, 2021 Contributed By: Cyril Wong

Orchards
Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay

there is little we cannot accomplish

without hearing our voices

the music of not hearing voices

not music but an atmosphere of existence

 

a bowl of still water with white yellow orchids

curled in a gesture of tenderness across its open mouth

silence over original silence

which invites the hum of phenomena

 

shoring up against the sigh of newspapers

closing upon the wind’s request

analogies falling back upon themselves

so nothing becomes divisible again

 

neither we nor I may write this into memory

traces of words laddering into breath

that fills the living with no particular feeling

and departs in no particular time


CYRIL WONG is a poet and fictionist in Singapore. He is the founding editor of SOFTBLOW, a poetry web journal.

Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: March 1, 2021

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