Catching The Drift.
Who has heard the very first whisper
Of sonorous change catching the drift
In a tremulous breeze chimera quivers
And metallic poles shudder with myriads
Of different tones from hung wind-chimes.
Who has measured the softest rustle
Of strings partaking in air's fresh bustle
Playing keyed symphonies by gentle rote
With melodic weight-change in tuned notes
Made by a slow swing of my resonant chimes.
Who has explained this exotic draw
Of transfixing music, ringing in chorus
Of pipes suspended in air reflecting wind
In continual singing duets as ether's mystic
Spell strikes again my rhythmic wind-chimes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Interesting , and engaging words , Fay 🙂 I liked reading this . I like your choice of words
Thank you and am so pleased you enjoyed the read Rose.
A fine write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
Lovely words Faye and a fine tribute to Aeolus - the God of Winds!
Glad that Aeolus maybe impressed with my humble words. Thank you so much for your visit and comment.
A well engineered set of chimes does lend something almost magical in the right position. Did have such a set once; I'm afraid no more. There's no 'right position' now. Your well engineered poem must be the substitute, Fay.
Good that you think as I do Dave that wind in well-,made chimes brings a magic to any outdoor activity - - garden chores would be harder without my many chimes...........
Loving the breezy like style here Fay, as I was reading, I really felt that I was enraptured in the outdoors; hearing those chimes.
Bravo, and I hope all is well.
Am delighted you felt the rapture that chimes bring to me my friend........ and thank you for dropping by for the read.
I enjoy your writing! Good write 👌👌👌
Sincere thanks for your visit and read.
🙂🙏🏻
Wonderful words Fay, those chimes combine with Nature's Symphony giving us more glory.
Andy
I thought you would like this wind-borne tribute to chimes dear Andy - I find them exciting yet calming too.
'In a tremulous breeze chimera quivers
And metallic poles shudder with myriads
Of different tones from hung wind-chimes.'
yet another beautifully worded poem dear Fay,
the literary - literal, flurry
of Spring's humming murmur celebrating
its imminent budding
captured so poetically acutely..
in my humble opinion
And I humbly thank you for your generous review of Catching the Drift dear L.B.
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