Wind chimes sing
with clanks and pings
Lofty gales caress
a soft, sweet message
The pendulum sways
every which way
A hymn of repose
releases all woes
c.b. 2011
Wind chimes sing
with clanks and pings
Lofty gales caress
a soft, sweet message
The pendulum sways
every which way
A hymn of repose
releases all woes
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 
Like the poem “…a hymn of repose…” At 3 a.m. my wind chimes were swaying in the night, but I didn’t stay awake to listen very long. LR
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What a strange coincidence – the inspiration for this poem came from a very early morning encounter with my wind chimes. Sleep is an elusive creature for me, so I stayed awake and listened to the chimes. 🙂
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this is beautiful. and i so miss wind chimes. we’re in an apartment now where there is no outside space to hang any. but your poem evoked fond memories of my “wind chime” days… 🙂
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Maybe you could get some small chimes and hang them by a window. 🙂 Even the little ones create a beautiful sound. I’m glad this poem brought back some nice memories for you. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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I love the flow and the feeling of actually relaxing as I read.
Wonderful.
Thank you for commenting on my blog.
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Thanks – Part of the inspiration for this came from the sound of the wind outside. It’s great to know the “flow” aspect is working. 🙂
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I just love your poetry – It slows me down for a moment and makes me take a minute to settle down. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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Writing it did the same thing for me. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for reading – it makes me want to write even more. 🙂
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