Poem -
JiNGled and JaNgLed
Late one warm Summer’s eve
sleeping with windows open wide
I hear the soft melody
of distant wind chimes
Random notes gently cascade
beneath an audience of stars
in a unique symphony
co written with the oblivious breeze
So very symbolic
in a metaphoric way
that only would be
poet philosophers can appreciate
Fate is the wind
We are the music
At that very moment
as I ponder this cosmic relationship
with a pillow over my head
I suddenly recall
how much I DESPISE wind chimes
determined to mess with my sleep
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Comments
At least you can sleep through the sounds of Sirens...
Can't you complain to the Neighbor?
Put it on a Post it on their door or something?
You can't be stuck with words like hey you're wind chimes make too much noise and it's keeping me awake...
Unless, they're not a Republican and you don't want them burning down your house?
Have ear plugs been cancelled?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Here in America it's always dangerous to confront people unless you are prepared to exercise your God given second amendment rights and shoot it out with them gangster style
Therefore for my safety I tend to let things slide and live to write another day..
Thanks for your feedback :)
I always wanted wind chimes. Until I realized I disliked the sound too. Nice write. J.