Wind Chimes
"Wind Chimes"
No I don’t like music
for my rhymes
I don’t require
your music,
I like listening to
the vacuum
inside my mind
wind chimes
ghost percussion
the haunting
tinkling keys
the glass slippers breaking
the pieces
washed away
with the floating
purple agapanthas
on salt seaspray
ashes from a fire,
emptied
there is no anchor
to stand firm in the tears
of this peaceful territory
the sharp soft slap
of waves against
the sides of a tin heart
the passengers held
suspended, as if in its palm
hushed tones,
while they discuss
how beautiful
the day, the
way of the wake
the seagulls
singing opera
for vinegar chips
the swelling
of hearts
rolled like dice
it’s a gamble
the return,
the journey
back in, listening
for a voice you miss
listening to waves
like life
pound the shore
bare feet alight
running
the sound of
children laughing
chasing life
such beautiful music
for all it's worth
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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