just before the calm
there is symmetry in your words
aloft and capacious
passing through like clouds
I used to love the way you talked
but that was long ago
and though I’ve tried I can’t consciously
recall the rhythm or the flow
those wind chimes you hung
still haunt me so
how they suddenly appear out of thin air
colorless and perfectly soundless
june two thousand seventeen
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Quite lovely to read. So flowing and mellifluous.
thank you so very much
Beautiful 🌹
Thank you so much, Annie.
whoa.
jaja muchas gracias
am a wind chime lover, the way you described them in your poem…perfecto!
thanks so much, Bonnie
would have loved to hear you read this….has a lovely resonance in my mind.
thank you, denise
ps: the audio should be working – if it doesn’t play at first simply reload the page and try again
oh yes…beautiful, draws you in. knew you would make it sound dreamy.