Saturday, November 24, 2018

Singing Bowls poem for Ian Quiet/Price



...Dong...

someone's here to visit

they want to know your name

..............Ding..............

Everybody's outside waiting

we have creativity to show you

W...H...O...O...S...H!

Somewhere the wind is racing

sharing all it's secrets

with the ever present rain.

.......Drip.......

Come on, get up, we have

people to meet...

....................Drop...

Drip...

...........Drop...........

................................Drip...

...Drip...

......................Drop...

Follow me to a place

unlike any other

across the seas of Time

and Death's lingering breath

Ding...

..........Dong..........

We have arrived

somewhere indescribable

C...R...A...S...H...

a world caught between

your moving melody

and nostalgic notes

.......Dring.......

Dring...

................Dong...

This is all your fault

you got me lost  within

myself craving

more of your blissful


perfection
    

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