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 differing tones all from my wind-chimes.
Who has measured the softest rustle
Of leaves partaking in air's fresh bustle
Playing green symphonies by gentle rote
With melodic key-changes in tuneful notes
Made by such 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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A fine write F.
Great write - I can hear the music.
You keep coming up with these beautiful descriptive poems illuminating what is out there for all of us to see, but not in the same way. You have a much keener perception and it is as if your mind body dissolves into fine particles able to penetrate the surrounding scenery absorbing its beauty, then on reconstitution, you are imbued with magical elucidating powers.
a breezy perfection in writing about it. nice one Fay Slimm.
The sound of a breeze
Flowing through metal
Beautiful
Very good write, music can be heard form many different things and it can always be beautiful and inspiring.
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