What's Your Wind Chime?

[WindChyme]

If you were a wind chime what ...
Would you sound like?
Would you be made of?
Would you look like?
Would you hang from?
Would you hope the weather would be?

 

[WickedEve]

Hi WC
I love wind chimes. Is this a poem or are you asking us what kind of chime we'd be?

I'm an evening chime
in wind and rhyme

Here's my chime:

 

[WindChyme]

I love them, too, and it was a conversation starter, not really a poem, but now that someone is paying attention...
maybe this is!


I would be a Chinese wind chime with pendants of clear glass. They don't last long, as glass is so fragile.
They break in the breeze,
& every break changes the note the pendant sounds,
so each day seems to bring a new song.
I'd hang beneath a shade tree
& eagerly anticipate voluptuous gusts that make me sing full out or zephyrs that make me run the scales with joy.

 

[HomerPindar]

I love them, too, and it was a conversation starter, not really a poem, but now that someone is paying attention...
maybe this is!


I would be a Chinese wind chime with pendants of clear glass. They don't last long, as glass is so fragile.
They break in the breeze,
& every break changes the note the pendant sounds,
so each day seems to bring a new song.
I'd hang beneath a shade tree
& eagerly anticipate voluptuous gusts that make me sing full out or zephyrs that make me run the scales with joy.

Hi, Chyme, welcome aboard!

If I maybe so humble, I do see a poem in that self description:

A Chinese wind chime
pendants of clear glass
I don't last long

breaking in the breeze
and every break
a changing note
each day a new song
beneath the shade tree

eager for the gusts
that make me sing out
zephyrs that run me through
the scales with joy.


Ok, so you might want to edit out your own version

HomerPindar

 

[BooMerengue]

malachite and agate
turquoise and jade
caught in the tendrils
of the deadly nightshade

narrow and jagged
smooth and inlaid
with gold and with copper
hidden in shade and

mystically woven
in a Crones braid
chime down the lightning
a thundering tirade

when I am a windchime
my debt will be paid.

 

[WindChyme]

Hi, Chyme, welcome aboard!

If I maybe so humble, I do see a poem in that self description:

A Chinese wind chime
pendants of clear glass
I don't last long

breaking in the breeze
and every break
a changing note
each day a new song
beneath the shade tree

eager for the gusts
that make me sing out
zephyrs that run me through
the scales with joy.


Ok, so you might want to edit out your own version

HomerPindar

You may be so humble or so bold, as seems fitting. Thank you for your kind welcome and for the neat arrangement, though I hate to lose the word "voluptuous." Can this adjective be saved?

 

[WindChyme]

malachite and agate
turquoise and jade
caught in the tendrils
of the deadly nightshade

narrow and jagged
smooth and inlaid
with gold and with copper
hidden in shade and

mystically woven
in a Crones braid
chime down the lightning
a thundering tirade

when I am a windchime
my debt will be paid.

Thank you for these images. Even words about wind chimes turn out to delight me!

 

[HomerPindar]

You may be so humble or so bold, as seems fitting. Thank you for your kind welcome and for the neat arrangement, though I hate to lose the word "voluptuous." Can this adjective be saved?

I thought about that myself, it's a great word. but then I looked at the other words being used up to that point, and voluptous didn't fit, it was kind of jarring in size and description in comparison to the simple word usage prior to that point. So, again, it might take a major revision to ensure that the voluptous doesn't jump out at the end but is built up to through the poem.

Have fun editing

HomerPindar

 

[WindChyme]

I thought about that myself, it's a great word. but then I looked at the other words being used up to that point, and voluptous didn't fit, it was kind of jarring in size and description in comparison to the simple word usage prior to that point. So, again, it might take a major revision to ensure that the voluptous doesn't jump out at the end but is built up to through the poem.

Have fun editing

HomerPindar

What about "lusty gusts"?

 

[grumpymann]

If you were a wind chime what ...
Would you sound like?
Would you be made of?
Would you look like?
Would you hang from?
Would you hope the weather would be?

If I were a wind chime I would shout
Echoing the joy of what’s inside out

Crafted by hand and made of coral blue
Mirroring the sea and sky too

Outside the open window of a child
On a clear day with the wind blowing wild

 

[WindChyme]

Re: Re: What's Your Wind Chime?

If I were a wind chime I would shout
Echoing the joy of what’s inside out

Crafted by hand and made of coral blue
Mirroring the sea and sky too

Outside the open window of a child
On a clear day with the wind blowing wild

Now, this does not seem grumpy at all.

Thanks for sending this along. Blue seems a popular wind chime color. Mine shall be red, though!

 

[WindChyme]

My Wind Chime

The cheapest wind chime in the store
Main on mainland China
Of bright red string
And glass rectangle pendants
It doesn't look like much
But hung under the branches
Of some graceful shade tree
It looks so pretty
A lusty gust lifts the boughs
Playing a laughing melody
Then a zephyr passing
Makes shimmer sounds
Bits of glass break off and fall
All around
On the ground
Six months of music before
We gotta go back to the store!

 

[grumpymann]

Re: Re: Re: What's Your Wind Chime?

Now, this does not seem grumpy at all.

Thanks for sending this along. Blue seems a popular wind chime color. Mine shall be red, though!

Whats in a name?

I LIKE red.....

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Poetry Chyme

If I were WindChyme I would sound like beautiful poetry swinging in the breeze.

but seriously;

Poetry Chyme

I am seashells
tumbled glass
drift wood
stringy seaweed
slightly torn

sand blasted
weather worn
whispering clinking
against the storm

I hang from gnarled
cypress gripping
jagged cliff
along the shore

I love a good squall
that tears at my soul
until small pieces
of beauty are born

But I wish I were
amethyst and crystals
copper bells
on golden thread
pristine melody

tossing well crafted
word rainbows
lightly through air
admired by all

hanging from
bright autumn oak
on the hill
above the swimming hole

where 4 o’clock breezes
and gentle rains
set my poet voice
to tinkling creatively

by Syndra Lynn

 

[OT]

hollow
hung on a mountain
where weather matters not
in a restless rummage
for clang and bang
edging towards flawless entropic
harmony
sprinkled with wet and rust

 

[minsue]

hollow
hung on a mountain
where weather matters not
in a restless rummage
for clang and bang
edging towards flawless entropic
harmony
sprinkled with wet and rust

Wow. I am in love with this poem. Especially 'edging towards flawless entropic harmony'. Who knew a wind chime could move me so?


- Mindy

 

[OT]

Wow. I am in love with this poem. Especially 'edging towards flawless entropic harmony'. Who knew a wind chime could move me so?


- Mindy

wow. thanks.

Wind chimes are cool except for when they are on the neighbor's porch at sleepless 3am

 

[SeattleRain]

How did I miss this thread? Some incredible poetry. I think I will post a link to it on the new poetry board.


hammered silver
tarnished and unused

forks flattened
knives slotted spoon
like a penny under train wheels

hung with baler twine
clanks and tin
hung in an apparently abandoned
mountain shack
overgrown under-ridden drive

pounded and hung
with jagged tin can lids
from the lean of the porch
along with his other creations-
the art of the useless

the sound of freedom that comes
only from poverty

 

[Tathagata]

Green weathered brass
hand sculpted
temple bells
mystically tuned
Sanskrit scale
so that one note
corresponds with
each word
Om Mani Padme Hum
bestowing enlightenment
on a breeze

 

[Syndra Lynn]

REVISED!

Many thanks to Maria who helped make this better.

*******

Poetry Chyme

I am seashells, tumbled glass, drift wood
stringy seaweed, slightly torn

sand blasted, weather worn
whisper clinking, against the storm

I hang from gnarled cypress, gripping
jagged cliff along the shore

I love a good squall that tears at my soul
until small pieces of beauty are born

But I wish I were amethyst crystals, copper bells
on golden thread, a pristine melody

tossing word rainbows
sculpted from air, admired by all

hanging from bright autumn oak
on the hill above the swimming hole

where 4 o’clock breezes and gentle rains
set my poet voice to tinkling

******

Thanks for helping me improve.

Syn

 

[Syndra Lynn]

REVISED!

computer gerbils caused me to post twice

Syn

 

[Syndra Lynn]

REVISED!

Fuck.

I apologize.
My husband tweaked my nipple and I sent the damn thing 3 times.

Syn

 

[Tathagata]

Re: REVISED!

Fuck.

I apologize.
My husband tweaked my nipple and I sent the damn thing 3 times.

Syn

that lucky bastard

 

[grumpymann]

Re: REVISED!

Many thanks to Maria who helped make this better.

*******

Poetry Chyme

I am seashells, tumbled glass, drift wood
stringy seaweed, slightly torn

sand blasted, weather worn
whisper clinking, against the storm

I hang from gnarled cypress, gripping
jagged cliff along the shore

I love a good squall that tears at my soul
until small pieces of beauty are born

But I wish I were amethyst crystals, copper bells
on golden thread, a pristine melody

tossing word rainbows
sculpted from air, admired by all

hanging from bright autumn oak
on the hill above the swimming hole

where 4 o’clock breezes and gentle rains
set my poet voice to tinkling

******

Thanks for helping me improve.

Syn

Love IT!

 

[WindChyme]

Re: Poetry Chyme

If I were WindChyme I would sound like beautiful poetry swinging in the breeze.

but seriously;

Poetry Chyme

I am seashells
tumbled glass
drift wood
stringy seaweed
slightly torn

sand blasted
weather worn
whispering clinking
against the storm

I hang from gnarled
cypress gripping
jagged cliff
along the shore

I love a good squall
that tears at my soul
until small pieces
of beauty are born

But I wish I were
amethyst and crystals
copper bells
on golden thread
pristine melody

tossing well crafted
word rainbows
lightly through air
admired by all

hanging from
bright autumn oak
on the hill
above the swimming hole

where 4 o’clock breezes
and gentle rains
set my poet voice
to tinkling creatively

by Syndra Lynn

Another charming poem by Syn! I love just about everything she does. She has a real feel for what is sweet and lovely in life.