Can't You hear the Wind Chimes Dancing?

Bamboo Wind Chime

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A POEM about LOVE LOST and a WINDCHIME

As a preface, I love to write stories on interesting and sometimes off the wall subjects.

And occasionally, I will attempt writing a bit of Poetry, usually freeform.

So, a part of this little Poem started growing in my mind several years ago. I started out with a hundred words or so and then I just filed it away as a future project.

Then, a few weeks ago, I was sitting on my screened in back porch, with my iPad on the table beside me, when a strong wind came up, and one of my Wind Chimes started banging away at itself.

I was working on a story line and for some reason this Wind Chime was really irritating me.

One thing led to another, and I grabbed my iPad and started writing about how I felt at the moment

And the next day when I was going over what I had written, I remembered that other partial work.

Well, I managed to fold the two unfinished works together into what you see here.

I hope you like it!

Can't You Hear the Wind Chimes Dancing?

Damn!

They're driving me insane with their Clanging! Their Clicking!

Their incessant Banging!

Those damned Wind Chimes that she left here after she moved out of the house and out of my life.

Left here? Just to taunt me, I'm sure!.

For three days and long nights I have been sitting here,

alone,

in this dark and empty house,

In this Kitchen,

with its warped and ancient window,

opened to the creaky and dilapidated

screened back porch,

And then there's me,

with just the wind as my bane!

It's Hot in here,

so damned Sticky and Hot!

My shirt?

Hell it gave up hours ago,

and now it's covered

in overlapping layers

of dark sweat stains.

Stains rimmed with white edges

from the dried salt

that my body has given up.

With each Beer that I open,

I get a few minutes of cooling relief

and then it starts all over again.

The Sweat spouts from every pore,

and tries,

to cool my body and to chill

my burning heart's pain,

Both battles are so sadly lost

before the first blow lands!

Wait!

Another light ..... Hot ..... Wet ...... Breeze,

Sneaks through the limp tree leaves,

Irritating their nights rest.

A breeze whose mundane gusts,

Are just enough to agitate

Those damned wind chimes,

once again.

Their sounds are like random daggers

thrust into my heart.

Each sound reminds me

of her,

Mocking my foolish pride,

and deserved loneliness.

I know what's real and

I know what's true.

I let her leave, you see.

I stood there stubbornly,

as she offered me one more chance,

to keep her,

to hold her,

to love her.

But, I laughed,

and I waved her on,

a false smile hanging stiff on my lips.

My pride kept me frozen there,

on the porch,

in the afternoon Sun,

As she looked at me one more time,

and finally,

with tears sliding down her smooth cheeks ..... a Sigh!

Then one more look,

a slight shrug,

a rising of red determination

on those same tear stained cheeks,

then, abruptly, she turned,

and stomped over to that old Pickup truck of hers.

The door opened, creaking, as she jumped in,

and after a minute of grinding,

that old truck fired up

with a belch of gray smoke from it's tailpipe.

She glanced over at me one more time,

but this time with a thin lip-less grimace on her face.

Then she tugged that stained old cowboy hat

down firmly on her head,

and threw that old truck into gear.

Then, with gears scraping and tires spinning,

she roared out of the parking space beside the house,

followed by a noxious trail

of sand from the tires

and smoke from the exhaust.

I just stood there, frozen,

and if she had looked,

just one more time,

she would have seen the first of my tears,

creeping, unwanted, through my lids.

But, I just said "Damn that Setting Sun"

and wiped the tears away,

as i stomped into the House

and grabbed the first of many cold beers,

from the decrepit old fridge in the kitchen.

That was three days ago,

and now,

looking out the damned dirty window,

at the two large garbage cans

full of full of beer bottles

and empty bean cans,

I think I've finally figured it out.

I'm sitting here, hiding from myself,

on this gray and desolate,

muddy, backwoods Bayou.

I live here with my three new friends,

my mute companions, so to speak;

my Mistakes, my Sins and my Personal Damnations.

Somehow they keep distracting me

from my self,

and what is truly torturing my Heart.

A Heart,

so inflamed,

so glutted with my self-inflicted pain,

that even simple sweat and discomfort

leave it un-salved.

Also, my self inflicted and futile,

physical batteries;

Fasting, Sleepless Nights, and Devil Alcohol,

do nothing to appease.

Listen ..... Again!

Another gust of heated wind

blows through the house, and ....

Can't you hear those damned

Wind Chimes dancing?

The fickle wind tossing the hollow shafts

against each other,

and with each crash,

a different tone is emitted loud and random.

After three days, the sounds,

whether deep or shrill,

rub on raw nerves and

sick heartstrings.

There they go again!

Clang! Clink, Bong!

Each in random time and depth.

Those Damned Wind Chimes of Hers!

She left them there to punish me.

To punish me for letting her leave ..... I know!

To punish me for not running after her ...... I know!

For letting her go!

But, this punishment?

It far exceeds the Crime.

It 's much worse than the Crime.

It was such a small thing I thought,

at the time.

A mistake in judgement,

a momentary lack of forethought.

Do I stand resolute with my crime?

Or do I finally go after her?

I could have savd our Love with a word,

a movement,

a smile would probably have even been enough.

But Now!

Does No One Know?

It' s my Soul that cries,

with the Loss.

You damned Fools,

You non-redeemers,

You simpletons without name.

She left me, you see.

She said she could take no more.

And If I didn't straighten up, and treat her right,

then she was going to drive down that dusty old path from our house,

turn onto the main road and a new life.

Then she would just drive as far as she could,

to get away from me, and my arrogant ways.

I didn't realize, just how far "away" was,

when two hearts are involved.

Once ..... We soared to heights

beyond your weak mind's sight,

young and in love,

two hearts

melded together with a lifelong bond,

or so i thought.

But it turns out that

we were just a passing instance of passion

for two incompatible lives.

We were together to Love and Learn,

and then to move on,

or so it seems now.

We were tested by Love and found wanting!

Pretty Lovers, playing at the hardest game of all,

but finally found to not have the strength,

it takes to grow together and not apart.

We were like two stiff Oak trees in a Storm,

standing against that wind called change,

rather than bending and growing

with the same Wind.

This saturated air in this house

is almost unbreathable,

it"s so heavy.

and yet, I just sit here, waiting,

for the next raw clang,

of that damned Wind Chime!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Wow! Good stuff, Don! I could almost feel the heat and humidity. I liked that part about the 'limp leaves'.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks Will for the comment. We all just keep on trying, don't we. To put feelings into words! Thanks Again!


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Now you got me hating those damn wind chimes! Lots of great images up there.


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SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

Pull down those taunting chimes

pitch them into the garbage bin

among the empty cans of beer and beans

Yet there he sits with a can of beer

cursing the heat,waiting for relief

she left before but always return

not so this time,he figured wrong

get off your butt,let go of pride

if love still exist

..then go after her.:)


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks for the Comment, SilentReed! I am glad that you enjoyed one of my Poems! More to come!


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks for the Comment Randy! Yeah, I've been working on expressing moods through images.


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JamaGenee 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Great word pictures, Don! That said, had she really wanted to taunt and haunt you with her leaving, the wind chime would be made of empty beer cans, not bamboo sticks. ;D


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

LOL! You caught me! I didn't have another wind Chime picture, and I don't use other peoples Pics. CURSES! :>)


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lmmartin 5 years ago from Alberta and Florida

As I sit here in a Florida September with my lightest cotton clothes stuck to my swampy skin, I felt every word in the opening stanzas. And then read on. I could see myself in her actions, thinking back on last night's argument with my "workaholic" husband. But I didn't drive off; nor am I likely to do so. Only in my imagination. So your lady did it for me however vicariously.

Great writing can do this: touch us in our tender places. And you've succeeded.

By the way, here's a thought: take down the wind chimes.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

lmmartin, Thanks for the great response. I am glad you like my little story. I was afraid I was pushing the imagery too far, but maybe not! It's the way my writing is evolving, so I guess I have to accept that I am a storyteller, and not a "real writer" as I was tole once. Thanks again.


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lmmartin 5 years ago from Alberta and Florida

Hey Don, a real writer is a storyteller. Otherwise the writer is just a hack. Lynda


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

LOL! Wish that had come to mind when the line was laid on me! ;>)


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ktrapp 5 years ago from Illinois

Don - I love your poetic style. There always seems to be a twist at the end that I am eager to get to.

By the way, my neighbor's parents pulled up in an RV yesterday from Louisiana to Illinois and it made me think of you, the RV guy.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks for the nice words, kTrapp! Wish I was on the road right now, but my plate is full at the moment. Oh, Well, I can always write something? ;>)


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feenix 5 years ago

Hello, Don,

What a terrific work of art. Truly terrific. And I identify with so much of what you wrote.

Oh, the agony and the ecstacy.


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks Feenix! I really appreciate the feedback. As you know, when a writer puts down emotions on paper and releases it to the world, he accepts a level of vulnerability to criticism. Positive comments help a lot.


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JamaGenee 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Glad immartin clarified that writing IS storytelling. What on earth ever gave you the idea that they were two different animals???? ;D


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Don Bobbitt 5 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

You guys are making me want to clean up some of my other stuff and put it out there. My hat has gotten tight!


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JamaGenee 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Bring it on, Don! I love reading anything you write! ;D


Jackie Kuttaineh1 4 years ago from Orlando, FL

Your poem almost blew me away! Really liked it --hope you keep writing.


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thank You Jackie. It's all about feelings isn't it?


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Denise Handlon 4 years ago from North Carolina

Your imagery was exquisite! Delightful adventure. Nice to meet you. :)

Congratulations on meeting your awesome milestones. You've earned braggarts rights!


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thank You Denise, I am happy that you liked my work. Have a great day.


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks Denise for your great comments. I appreciate it more than most people know, when I get a reader who really enjoys what I have written. It spurs me on to finish the next one and put it out there for the world. Thanks again and have a great day!


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UnsungRhapsody 4 years ago from Houston, TX

I'm not sure what to call this. Perfect narrative, but told in poetic form, so does that make it a story or a poem? Can I just call it "great" and leave it at that?


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Don Bobbitt 4 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

Thanks for the fruitul observation my friend, unsungRhapsody.

I call it ...... a memory from my soul!

or maybe just a painful scar that I need to fore my body to eject and get it away from my soul!

You see, my heart spewed this forth one night, and I had to share it with someone.

Thanks for finding my little moment and I hope you enjoyed it!


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SaritaJBonita 3 years ago from Upstate New York

Hauntingly beautiful imagery. I felt every word and it resonates in my mind...

Keep writing and I'll keep reading!


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Don Bobbitt 3 years ago from Ruskin Florida Author

SaritaJBonita- Thanks for the kind words about my story of Love Lost. I have more,but I need to "clean them up some more before I put them out there for others to read.

And, Kudos to you for your attitude about your illness. I hope you keep on learning, teaching and of course writing.

Thanks again for the read.


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jhamann 18 months ago from Reno NV

Great story and poetry. Thank you for sharing I enjoyed every moment. Jamie


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Don Bobbitt 18 months ago from Ruskin Florida Author

jhamann- I am so glad you enjoyed this work of mine. I go back to it when I want put myself in a certain mood. It halps me remember!

Thanks for the read and the comment,

DON

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