Simple morning chores all done
she was drawn by the metallic tinkle.
To a jingle-jangle of sound
which echoed so clear.
It was sweet, sweet
music to her ears.
Such a beautiful noise
drowned the gurgling sound
of water swirling at her feet.
The chimes were not placed
there through error though.
As with most of the small
Himalayan village
her papa is a fisherman
and he’d placed them
there to please the Gods.
To ask them for their blessings.
In awe
…she hesitates
wishing so to own.
To covet their music-bringing-joy
but,
as if to show displeasure
at being thought a toy
to her surprise
a sudden gust arrives
and blows the chimes just
out of the young child’s reach.
shaken by this
to vindicate herself of
anymore such selfish thought
of ownership
she gives thanks instead for their sharing
and offers a silent prayer.
~*~
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The prompt by Dani today at Poetry Jam was to use art/painting for our inspiration.
I wanted to write something to do with Tibetan wind chimes and, Googling it came across this artist’s stunning work. He has so many lovely paintings at his website.
Wai Ming
Shared with Three Word Wednesday: CCLXXIV Jingle, Error, Vindicate
Poetry Jam Painting a picture with words
Your words show intimacy with her desires and her spiritual eye. I love the lesson that you leave us with, here. Very lovely. Thank you!
It’s a beautiful verse and the chimes make it more melodious. Of childhood wonder and innocence! Wonderful write Bren!
Hank
This is so beautiful. Lyrical and sweet. And perfectly complimented by your visual. Lovely.
Lovely poem describing the painting so vividly and telling a story. I like how the poem ended, too, with acceptance and grace 🙂
I like what you’ve done with this and the thought behind it. The story that you have created is one that grips and holds the imagination. So difficult to put yourself in the place of a child, but beautifully accomplished here. Excellent. Well done.
so so beautiful, Bren! i love the concept of placing the chimes there to please the Gods yet a child could enjoy their lovely music, too.
thank you so much for participating at Poetry Jam!
♥
Lovely……!!
I could hear the sounds…Beautiful piece!!
spiral
You delved right in to this character with such ease!! I really enjoyed this piece, Bren, great writing!
The words of your poem capture the artwork perfectly …
So beautiful, Bren.
You created a lovely story from this painting and the look on the child’s face!
She seems so soulful, this little one.
Very nice little tale. Such innocence and humility in the child. 🙂
Beautiful. Some things one cannot own, but can only enjoy. I enjoyed the sweet gentleness and the lesson in this poem.
very nice, the whole first part very ‘musical’ as fitting the piece.
Lovely piece. You and I both thought of jingle-jangle.
awww whata tender little verse…and a simple teaching as well in what we can and can not own…smiles…love it bren
I love this…the simple beauty and understanding of a child.
Maybe the gift is the sound..not the chime..shiny though it may be..i love the magical world that a child’s eye can see..too quickly lost at times..Jae
this is so beautiful the story it tells of childhood wonder and religious belief.
playful, interesting, and well-written…great accompanying photo
This is beautiful, and I can imagine the sound of the windchimes as they tinkle.
Not the way with the worth much these days, all have to own and not share, be nice if more were such aware.