Wind Chimes (2007, 2009)
Small sounds
twinkle in the ear -
soft velvet touch.
Invisible fingers
quietly mingle
on a weathered cheek,
with sullen humid arvo sweat.
Bleating echoes in the wind;
desiccated foliage rustles,
let’s as creaking floorboards
whisper willowed memories -
childhood's laughter rings;
clarion of tomorrow fades.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2026 04:57
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much enjoyed
Thanks, Norman ποΈππ»
welcome friend
It is interesting how the mere sound of something can stimulate feeling unearthed from the past. Some sounds are well fit to evoke images in and of themselves and in this case wind chimes tell of the breeze and their high pitched echoes sound like the wind itself. Well written my friend
Entrancing and mesmerising even! Thanks Soren πποΈ
You are most welcome Cryptic
Nicely done
Thank you, Friendship ππ»ποΈ
My friend, this brought back memories of sitting outside on summer evenings listening to sounds drift in from nowhere and everywhere at once. Funny how a simple sound can open a door to years gone by. This captured that feeling wonderfully. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Classic feeling and memory! Thanks Tittuππ»ποΈ
Good write A.
Thanks O ππ»ποΈ
We can't see the Wind but - we see it's effect on Water , Chimes etc .
Fine Poem.
Indeed. And they sing for the wind that caresses them.πποΈ
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