Poem -
WINDCHIMES
A mountain peak
entombed among
the clouds,
looms muted
beyond the glass.
it is silent
and it is still,
like a painting
in its frame.
while nearby,
the windchimes
clank for hours…
and a blonde light
floods the glades.
I don’t know
what anything
means.
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Comments
This, to me, conveys all the helplessness ( in the bigger picture ) of mankind....
'I don't know
what anything
means'
Such a powerful powerful work...pinned ?
Thank you, Marion Price.
Love this powerful and deep poem, it resonates with me so very much. Clever clever write here. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea