chime

rocking

back and forth

in the wind

 

swinging

and

twisting

 

here and there

 

the metal

chime

is

cool

 

reflecting

a cold heat

 

away

 

while

articulating in a

moon-like way

 

the suggestions

that

lie

 

on the tip

of the

sun-bathed tongue

 

of the wind

 

chime

chime

 

clink

click click

 

ding

 

He sounds

and resounds and

 

I listen

 

 

but

 

on this December

Day

 

I

can not

comprehend

a word

 

not even

one

word

 

of what he

has to say

 

the wind

the chimes

 

and I

 

side by side

by side

 

rifting

 

and twisting

 

and silent

 

so smooth

and

round

and cool

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Maybe the chime is your poetic muse. Sometimes you can hear perfectly but at other times all you hear is a chime. Of course this is just this reader's interpretation, how your words made me feel as I read.