Springs Chimes

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    Springs Chimes

    In bed on the bitterest of night,
    Waiting for the spell of sleep to be cast upon me.
    Night so silent. No birds chatter or roaring sea,*
    No sound, but the soft sighing wind blowing through my tree,**
    Till I hear a sweet, soft melody
    Belonging only to a fairy
    Banging her mini pots and pans,
    Or could it be a dryads band?
    With dryads dancing, bells at their feet.
    What is this mystical sound so sweet,
    That have awoken my dreams from slumber so deep.
    I reach for my velvet, red curtain and pull it to see,
    This music that has woven an enchantment upon me.
    What is thy shimmer upon the tree top,***
    Is it an angels harp that has been so violently caught.
    I race down the aged steps, and through the stone door,
    And stood underneath my tree to see,
    That it was not The faint whistle of an Elvin king,
    Nor a harp attached to a fairies wing.
    Not the sound of splendor,
    Or the sound of dreams,
    But the sweet, sugared, sound of soft spring chimes! ****

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    nhorlandi commented on Springs Chimes

    12-18-2009

    This is great! This writing is full of fantasy, great imagination and deep thoughts. Each words in each line is full of magnetism so that the reader couldn't get away with it. 10+

    Giggle commented on Springs Chimes

    09-21-2009

    I love the 'fairytale' like tale woven into this write. Picturesque and beautiful to the mindful reader. Nicely done.

    BCP commented on Springs Chimes

    08-09-2009

    LOVELY POEM MIRIAM, YOU SURE HAVE A GREAT IMAGATION AND THAT IS GREAT. LOVE YOUR POMES GIRL. BRENDA

    Olan01 commented on Springs Chimes

    08-08-2009

    Nice expression of the hypnagogic state before sleep. I, too, dream of fairies. The sounds often have a base in reality, for me to fly in my dreams is to dig my heals into my mattress. Maybe that will be my next poem; see you are my muse. Smile. Olan

    dragonfly1023 commented on Springs Chimes

    07-26-2009

    beautiful thoughts dedicated to the mystical windchimes. they date back to ancient times varying in sound and contruction worldwide. to hear them and focus on their delicate song, is a magical experience. great, great write Miriam.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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