The Morning Bell Poem by Wojja Fink
The Morning Bell
It shakes you from your dreams
dresses you in the fabric of this life
sometimes wears yesterdays thoughts
as if no one heard them
falling on ears that hear only
their own soft mumblings
in their own world of soft imaginings
that litter the avenues of the senses
like autumn leaves
choking up
what may be heard
beneath the bustle
of what fell yesterday
on soft ears.
And when we have swept away
yesterdays leaves
do we not hear
as though for
the first time.
a beautifully crafted poem...i really loved your choice of words and the metaphors used in ur poem...may i know exactly how long u took to finish this poem and wats the main theme of it?
Ring them bells... Down the avenues... Wind swept leaves... I am left with an open mind... Thank YOU John, @`, ~~~~~ amanda
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I would like to translate this poem
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Very evocative. I love your reference to autumn leaves. Warm regards, Sandra