16 March 2008

Writer's Island 03/16/08 "Spellbound"



The Last Time We Spoke
by Constance


Wind chimes haunt me.
From the back porch
breeze-swung undulations
undercurrents,
unbearable refrains
from a distant
past. Wind chimes


jumble my thoughts.
Stone-still air still
questions. Undertones
tickle this hesitant ear.
An unused Adirondack
chair, where you used to
wait


Wind chimes, dancing
........leaning
............keening, swaying—
catch your voice,
holding

just out of reach.

.

21 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I loved the last few lines. Very lyrical and musical!

dried piece of toast

Anonymous said...

An Adirondack chair,in Wyoming?
How mysterious.

Meghan said...

I love wind chimes. There's something about them that is so nolstalgic...lovely work as usual.

pepektheassassin said...

Good work. A nice poem. I have a friend with, I guess, twenty five or so wind chimes hanging on her front porch. Seeing her is like visiting a Hindu temple.

Carla said...

Very evocative.

Jeques said...

This piece is haunting, using the sound and the sense of hearing to create a powerful impact in a poem ~ I hear it, too.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

anthonynorth said...

Wind chimes are always hauntingly tuneful. Like this poem.

Constance said...

gautami - thanks!

Constance said...

Anon- Perhaps someone who's been to the Adirondacks brought the chair with them to Wyoming??

Constance said...

Meghan- Thanks. :)
Wind chimes in Wyoming are apt to blow right off the back porch!

Constance said...

pepektheassassin- Twenty five would be a bit much, even for me. :) Of course the temple aspect could be nice... although my neighbors might object... Hmm...

Constance said...

Carla- see, I'm not always obsessed with trebuchets. :)

Constance said...

jeques - thank you. Hearing is so much easier to use in poetry than smell and taste... at least for me.

tumblewords said...

Just out of reach...This is a mysterious piece, lyrical and lovely!

fringemonkey said...

Constance,
it's hard to make a bad poem with the correct usage of "undulations" in it. I love that word. It just feels good on my tongue!
So . . . come join the revolution and kick it into high gear for April

David, aka Fringemonkey

Constance said...

tumblewords - thanks! Not quite where I want the poem, but close. :) So it may get tinkered with a bit.

Constance said...

David, saw your post on the Forum. I'll have to ponder the challenge a bit.

Selma said...

There is such a sense of longing in this piece. Windchimes have a wistfulness all of their own. This moved me.

Constance said...

selma - I'm glad you liked it. Windchimes can be painful to listen to also...

Aaarti said...

I love the chimes.. the sound they make...
loved the poem.. esp the last few lines... musical...

Constance said...

aaarti - thanks! Wind chimes seem to do that to people. :)