Tuesday, March 31, 2009

wind chime

varied length tubes
left over plumbing copper
thumb flop strung in the wind
rolling drum bongs
ding songs bling

or mum sometime
that’s fine, until the line
they are hung on zings tight
bouncing in the wind
the string goes ting

unfolding hollow tones
chime resounding clings
so light clinging rings
follow plings and gongs
the song sung sounds long



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at Tuesday, March 31, 2009

2 comments:

Julie said...

You've done a fantastic job with the sounds in this poem, which I'm sure you intended to do. The music, like the chimes, is beautiful.

Thursday, April 02, 2009 8:42:00 PM
Annie said...

My favorite line: "thumb flop strung in the wind"

There's a nice contrast of sound between the two poems, "wind chime" and "wood chimes."

Saturday, April 04, 2009 7:16:00 PM

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