Whispers

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Chimes jingle in the wind

 

Whispers float through the strings

 

Only some ever reaching me

 

Some whispers get trapped

 

The web holds on tight

 

Some whispers aren't meant to be heard

 

The chimes jingle once more

 

But I asleep, hear the whispers

 

The ones that roam free 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was playing with the idea of wind chimes and dream catchers 

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Spinoza's picture

I've always loved the sound

I've always loved the sound of copper chimes, and when they ring I can hear the voices calling me. Whispers and things that go bump in the night.

reliefpoet09xx's picture

That's exactly what I was

That's exactly what I was going for in this poem :)