How to tune to the key of something flat
or sharp, or even natural;
when next follows last so jointless
that natural functions cease
to find time for either sit or stand
and rush on in no balanced way
spiraling further off course
with yet another change
The long slow notes of steeple bells
send rhythm to the soul
to measure long a life
that passes much like wind
playing its short tune
in no particular key.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
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5 comments:
Wow!
love this one
especially that final stanza
thank you
my first reaction to this was wow!
love it!
Wonderful, Steve..
Annie
thank you each - like most of them, I don't really know where they come from. But I do know that I laughed so hard at the last stanza that I had to leave the room...ah well. It's wonderful to have the chance to write a bit.
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