Friday, October 05, 2007

Drum, Shell, Heart

For those with ears to listen,
God's voice echoes through the spiral chambers of the world
like surf through an empty shell.

Or is it that the world
is the listening ear of God--
whorled like a snail, the cochlea?

Then let my heart be the skin of a drum
for the drum speaks when struck
but when left alone,
it listens.


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7 comments:

PaulS said...

Lovely idea, beautifully articulated. A kind of abstract thought present with great delicacy and precision. True poetry.

Baraka said...

So very lovely!

Warmly,
Baraka
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Maliha said...

Salamaat,
sigh..I want to be the skin of a drum too :)

Ann said...

Lovely poem, wonderful images.

Lisa Andel said...

I love the ending.
Thanks for the poem.

Jill said...

The last paragraph really intrigues me!!

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Really cool. And true; I used to play the drums.