Broken Wind Chime
The broken wind chime played one note at a time
In the soft, blowing, evening breeze
Still, it’s tune was relaxing and pretty
A reminder, to slow down, to pace yourself
- It ends with a beautiful result -
A song emerges like anything you create
Not rushed, just easy; free flowing, genuine, creativity
Resting, listening, observing, all coming together
- Topped with a smile -
Heidi Sands
3/28/25
(C)opyright
Categories:
broken wind, beautiful, creation, music, song,
Form: Free verse
A punishment…
So sweetly sickening it saddens me,
Oh, beautiful angle!
Was it truly your time?
The answer I’m not quite sure,
You lay there damaged,
Like a broken wind chime,
No song to sing no more.
Your severed wings bent so oddly,
Shattered glass glitters in the sun around you,
The liquid that once held you safe,
Does naught but drown you?
Be careful!
The edges of your smashed dome,
They might cut you!
Even more than the lying tongues of men.
Was your fall as glorious as Icarus had promised?
Or was it only a serpent’s call?
You might regret for eternity.
Categories:
broken wind, angel, mythology,
Form: Free verse
Poor Scarlett O'Hara had gas.
Her Ashley would not make a pass.
She went home to Tara,
did Scarlett O'Hara
and shoved a corn cob in her--uh--ear!
Categories:
broken wind, humor,
Form: Limerick
Wind Chime
I have this old broken wind chime
Hanging with a few hollow pieces left.
Still playing a beautiful soft melody
With slight breeze the wind leaves behind.
The sound is high and low, like life.
We have the spectrum of it all.
Broken we may be at times
And we still have a powerful song
To bring to the world waiting.
It may not be like others, it is our own.
But like the sound of instruments together
Performing in an orchestra, it is complete.
The audience just wants to hear the music.
Heidi Sands
Categories:
broken wind, appreciation, beautiful, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Categories:
broken wind, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Sonnet