the final poem in a series of 14 about a singing bowl inspired by Robert Okaji’s Shutters Poems.
i hope everyone enjoyed these poems, which were really an exercise in how far i could carry a motif, how far a single object could be morphed into shape, sound & thought.
i do doubt i could have padded them out, could have thought deeper about them & came out with more, but that wasn’t the purpose i set myself.
if anyone has any singing bowl poems appear to them, please share them, i’d be interested to see what you come up with.
what have you been
while it sang
while it still echoes
– going around in circles?