Movement Poem by Mike Adam

Movement



Nothing forced
An ease of being
Freeing up the mind.

Like water flowing
Inexorable
Wending a way to you.

Ringing bells,
Summoning the very air,
Vibration, tunefulness

Bell not asking
To be struck,
Uncomplaining at the blow.

Subtle ringing.
Subtle flowing
Inexorable,
Wending your way to me.

Monday, January 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: moving on
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