One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance lies the pendulum,
its deafening gong resounds,
to and fro heartbeat soothes;
In the balance,
lies the oscilloscope - it plods;
measuring a life caught within the balance,
between now and the final harbinger;
Above the door, someone comes,
the wind chime falls, caught within the balance;
That moment,
a second split into eons where time stops,
wind chime falls, pendulum slows,
oscilloscope quiets,
her chest rises, imperceptibly;
The doors of perception open,
before the wind chime crashes,
a shattering scuttled across floor,
a final crash, the pendulum gong resounds,
you catch your breath, she breathes her last.
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Perhaps this winter I will buy a wind chime for the spring.
Vinay, love that ICON!
Thank you, Mona and Layla
Got to get to your page soon, Cecile.
Margaret.O
Thank you, Anne B. Grote.
what a beautiful poem--despite the sad ending. I love how you take us into a calm, beautiful world and then send it tumbling down in the last lines.
Thank you, Susan and Raven.
Very nice poem, complex and simple at the same time...like the wind chime itself. The stanza starting with "That moment..." is a cogent expression of the part in the whole and the whole in the part. Well done!
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Nancy, Quinn, John F Walter, Neal, Pamela...
thanks all