‘ROWS’ BY CARL PLATE VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS
Instrument Of Vibration by Kevin EM Rodgers
In reverie I drum with open hands all over my naked chest legs stomach, beating into this life a rhythm, percussing the guts beneath my skin...
my body an instrument of vibration.
Every boundary is a membrane each membrane a drum full with organs of oceans beyond sky and the powerful force which waits inside... contains a frequency I hide shakes an inanimate dance to life. In reverie I drum loud with open palms all over my heart’s cage, to beckon this cadence come alive, percussing my inside song to rise... no longer hidden behind a skin...
my body an instrument of vibration.
All his life Kevin EM Rodgers has wondered why he’s alive and if there is a point. He combines philosophy, science and his own experiences in attempt to make some sense of it all. Boulder Weekly accepts poetry and flash fiction submissions of 450 words/35 lines or fewer and accompanied by a one-sentence bio of the author. Send to: poetry@boulderweekly.com 36
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DECEMBER 5, 2019
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BOULDER WEEKLY