Wind Chimes in North America

Absolutely beautiful Magic- the ending is a stunner:
'I grasp her hand,
and cry - for all the things I'm afraid of
and everything she'll never know.'

I've just been reading through your poems and you really do have amazing talent. Your work is fascinating. Hope all is well with you. xx

Thanks Sunday! I've been working on this one for a few weeks and the ending only came to me yesterday - so I'm glad you picked that bit out!

Magic xxx

this is packed full of wonderful pictures magic - it's very good!

Thanks insert! Hope you are well :)

Magic xxx

Yes your talent is amazing Magic- I really loved this one- favourite so far together with Who's afraid of Pablo Neruda

;)Pia

Yes your talent is amazing Magic- I really loved this one- favourite so far together with Who's afraid of Pablo Neruda and still more

;)Pia

Thanks Pia! Glad you like this one :)

Magic xxx

Thanks so much Richard! Really happy you approve :)

Magic xxx

I join with the others.
I liked this.

But, tell me what is "...con brio..." please?.

Hi ScoZen "con brio" is a musical term which means "with vigour or spirit". Thanks for commenting :)

Magic xxx

Thanks for the info magic.

"con brio"

I'm going to drop that into the conversation next time I hear a band playing.

Nothing more to add - every image, every word just right. What a talent, though I'm slightly consoled by the fact you worked on it for weeks!

Well worth it - stunning poem.

Thanks seashore! This one put up a fight when it came to the editing stage - I had a lot of images jostling for space and attention which needed taming ;) Glad you like the end result!

Magic xxx

Hi Magic,

such beautiful images in this piece, it was a pleasure to read.

Jenny.

P.S. I loved the title!

Thanks, Jenny! Glad you like the title - it was actually inspired by the video for "Welcome Home" by Radical Face - you might recognise it from the Nikon camera advert!

Magic xxx

Being honest, first of your writings I hav really liked for a while, this beautiful and very Magic very you. K x

haha & I thought con brio was the noise chimes made

Hey Kahdai - I guess "con brio" does sound like the clinking of wind chimes ;-) Glad you like this one!

Magic xxx

You got it all right. Beautiful poem. I especially liked the metaphor where you spoke of the 'colors in dreams'. That one really stood me back on my heels and I had to go back and reread the stunning allegory a second and third time.

Thanks Barry! I think that image came to me on a walk from Durham train station - I remember typing it into my phone so I wouldn't forget it! Thanks for reading :)

Magic xxx

One more thing: when you write a poem this good (i.e. I went back and read it three times in order to get the full effect) you set a very high standard for the rest of us. Writing with such detail requires long suffering and infinite patience. You can't rush the end result; it comes of its own accord. To repeat what I already mentioned above: this is a beautiful poem. It's why abctales boasts some of the finest poets on the planet.

Magic, I love the way you've portrayed sounds in this piece - really refreshing and interesting - coat hangers, for instance, do indeed 'chatter and clack'. What a beauty!

Magic - I am stunned by this, quite literally. I missed it when you first put it on, but quite how I could have done, I'm not sure. It has all been said, above, and I echo every single word, and can only add to it by picking out my favourite lines:-

"The next morning the sun
rubbed against my windowpanes the way a cat
coming in from the cold brushes a trousered leg,
and my dreams had left you-shaped creases in the bed"

Magic, magic;-)

Tina xxx

Cheers Mark! I almost posted this without that end stanza but packing my room up in Durham provided inspiration at the last minute - glad you like those images!

Magic xxx

Great stuff (do you ever wite anything but?)

:--) xxx

Thank you, Tina :) That's probably one of my favourite images too!

Magic xxx

Thanks, David! Don't worry - I certainly do, you just never get to see it ;-)

Magic xxx

lovely.. you have an amazing talent, Rebecca.. I have been a fan of your works for some time now, and I return to your page whenever I am searching for some 'Magic' in poems :)

stunning as always...

Thanks so much, hellbent-savage, for such a lovely comment! So glad you keep coming back to my work :)

Magic xxx

I'm just a bit late as always but am so glad I found this Magic -

'the con brio clinks of wind chimes made from broken bottles,
swinging on a wooden porch somewhere in North America,'

is pretty much what it's all this writing stuff is about isn't it? - words don't work together much better than this and I'm pretty blown away by the whole thing. Special. :-)

That was the image this poem grew from so I'm do glad you picked that one out, fatboy! And hey, better late than never ;-)

Magic xxx

Wow, Magic - no wonder this poem has had so many reads in so few days, it's amazing!

It has all been said - this is truly brilliant writing - and as Barry commented earlier, the third stanza and the 'colours in their dreams' is simply stunning.

Really well done on the cherries for this - I also think the title is just perfect, too :)

Rachel xx

new MistakenMagic
Hi! Lovely to hear from you,
amazing title and poem full of colour
images, I didn't know that meaning either?
Well it has all been said, great writer.
I like last stanza same as Silver-Spun-Sand said.
About the cat, coming in and brushing against
a trouser leg, how did you know, we have just let "Jazz" in "Green Eyes" not our's love look around, gone through bedroom and behind the nets,could see his shadow! Then comes in front room, onto Ray's lap,mine would never have a cat in at one time. Jazz loved to lick "Utterly Butterly butter off piece toast. I held. Loves to look out window, or nearly sits on the computer. Congrats; on the well deserved cherry! I got a Windchime, not sure if can use,jingles quite loud.Hope all is well for you.
How is the weather in Durham, two huge roll claps hear,poor cat jumped out his sleep, I pacified stroking his head, and said your ok. I jumped up to
on computer in a chair, sounded enormous. Very close?
Over top.
all the best Julie xx

Thank you Julie and Rachel for your lovely comments. Much appreciated :)

Magic xxx

Well I think you've beat your personal best yet again. Very wonderful and Poem of the Week.

Rob

poem of the week and fully deserved. Horsetears is wonderful prose and this is wonderful poetry. Well done. One of the best story and poems of the weeks for a long time.

Oh wow!! Thanks so much Rob and Celticman. Really glad you both enjoyed this one. Well this is just the cherry on top of an excellent weekend! :P

Magic xxx

This poem oozes quality, and I love that little verse in the middle, a super choice for p.o.w.

I'm so sorry I'm so late commenting :S I dn't know what else I can add expect for this is stunning, truely it's one of your best I feel. The images are perfect, you've reached a new level :)

Beeme xx

Thanks Shirley and Beeme! I really do feel I've reached as you say a 'new level' with my writing - it's very much down to Pablo Neruda's influence ;-)

Magic xxx

The third stanza is just outstanding. Beautiful and touching. It speaks with a certain wealth of maturity, but what makes it special is that hint of almost childish humanity that lives in all of us.

The following lines must be some of the best imagery I've seen in a poem in a long time.

"I thought of you. The next morning the sun
rubbed against my windowpanes the way a cat
coming in from the cold brushes a trousered leg,
and my dreams had left you-shaped creases in the bed."

Truly wonderful. A much deserved cherry. Well done.

Nathan x

Thanks so much for your lovely comment, Nathan! Really made me smile :)

Magic xxx

I've came back to this poem, or it has come back to me. Rich and brilliant imagery.

um wow. just wow.

"Now I talk to God the way one talks to a coma patient;"

loved reading this... over and over.

Thank you for such a lovely comment! It's made my day ;-)

Magic xxx