I heard the bells last night
they took the gift of space
and held in their chimes
the wordless language
of resonance.

Do bells feel the joys
of a wedding?
Do they feel the laments
of a funeral? Or do
they just suspend themselves in space?

Their echoes rhythmic and breathless
like a maiden running in the meadow
welcoming the latitude and expanse
eluding the claustrophobia of muffled feelings

My dreams feel the miracle of sound
conceived in void
birthed in the coherence of
metal on metal~~
I love the sound of bells chiming.

Copyright ZSA 2014 Jan 3rd.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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5 Responses to Bells.

  1. They have this timeless quality that I like.

  2. A beautiful poem!
    I will never tire of the sound of bells…from tiny tinkly bells to big booming bells! 🙂 Their sounds are so peaceful and resonate deep within me!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  3. Humor_Me_Now says:

    I think there was a popular song about bells in the past.

    Loved your poem. We hear church bells near our house—they chime on the hour.

  4. atlantaspoon says:

    i love listening to my neighbor’s windchimes, especially when an unexpectedly strong and random breeze passes through it during the summer months.

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