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
Excellent, I love waking up to the sound of your poems
ReplyDeletethat is so lovely and sweet. thank you, y
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