“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Haunting

The mellow notes of wind chimes at my door 
mingle with the sound
of young Haylee across the way
practising her recorder
in thin, insistent piping
like my little brother’s long ago.

6 comments:

  1. I loved the poem and your site ...

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    1. Thank you! I could say the same of your site and poems.

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  2. A makeshift concert bringing with it a memory. I think maybe the memory made you smile.

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  3. Amazing how sound in the present moment can stir memories, almost the way the sense of smell can too. Lovely evocation, your poem..

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    1. Oh, thank you.This one does seem to evoke similar recollections for people.

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