Metal in one hand, glass in the other
A hard clap would be unwise
To shatter the hands asunder
Sheets of tin, brisk wind
Sounds of cracking thunder
Window pane, delicate rain
Drips gently a descent of wonder
Metal in one hand, glass in the other
Cradling patient hands, practiced with time
Creative whim of mind,
Not so much as a mutter
Hands clasp gently to form
Light tones, breeze blown
This metal and glass wind chime
A musical flutter
Every part of my life includes dreams, poetry, love, and the stories. Of course many other facets are ever-present. But for me personally, the stories that come from my dreams, create my poetry, the ones that are made of love, and everything that has happened in my entire life are what make me possible. Here is where I write about it.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
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