The Last Time We Spokeby
ConstanceWind 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:
I loved the last few lines. Very lyrical and musical!
dried piece of toast
An Adirondack chair,in Wyoming?
How mysterious.
I love wind chimes. There's something about them that is so nolstalgic...lovely work as usual.
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.
Very evocative.
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
Wind chimes are always hauntingly tuneful. Like this poem.
gautami - thanks!
Anon- Perhaps someone who's been to the Adirondacks brought the chair with them to Wyoming??
Meghan- Thanks. :)
Wind chimes in Wyoming are apt to blow right off the back porch!
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...
Carla- see, I'm not always obsessed with trebuchets. :)
jeques - thank you. Hearing is so much easier to use in poetry than smell and taste... at least for me.
Just out of reach...This is a mysterious piece, lyrical and lovely!
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
tumblewords - thanks! Not quite where I want the poem, but close. :) So it may get tinkered with a bit.
David, saw your post on the Forum. I'll have to ponder the challenge a bit.
There is such a sense of longing in this piece. Windchimes have a wistfulness all of their own. This moved me.
selma - I'm glad you liked it. Windchimes can be painful to listen to also...
I love the chimes.. the sound they make...
loved the poem.. esp the last few lines... musical...
aaarti - thanks! Wind chimes seem to do that to people. :)
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