Monday, January 30, 2012
In the Melodic Equivalent Of
image borrowed from bing
in the melodic equivalent of
in the melodic equivalent of
the mind’s eye, the inner
ear holds patterns of
vibrations that only the
heart understands –
the sound of stalks
brushing against the mid-
morning sky, the soft
padding of bare feet
across cold tiles,
your deep resounding
voice across the
telephone wires
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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2 comments:
Excellent, I love waking up to the sound of your poems
that is so lovely and sweet. thank you, y
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