I was entranced one time
by the sound of a wind chime.
It was a little misplaced,
A birthday stuck in my calender
too late to celebrate.
It was melodius bells
not the religious kind
but the ones that made you wonder
about not whom but when
they created thunder
as it roars in my chest
a feeling so intense
as if I'm struck by lightning
even though it might be frightening,
I smile.
I hear it,
The sound of the wind chime.
Even though forgotten,
a memoir of time
I forgot that was mine.
A moment that ceased to exist
the second I shut the windows,
Doesn't matter how hard the wind blows
the bells don't ring
and I sit still
waiting for the thunder,
the lightning
to strike me down
hoping to be saved
by the sound,
My ears are ringing
to the alarming silence
of the wind chime.
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Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
