Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Carillion Bell


frozen-water-drops.jpg by Petr Kratochvil
The Carillion Bell

The carillion bell
on the avenue
cascades through the center
of the town’s
people, flung-stunned in intrigue
Catapulted on the curve of only a rippled octave
One note folding into another – ringing
through this diaphanous dimension
to another
incredulous souls stilled in slack jawed disbelief
silenced in mid question by
the carillion bell shattering
to infinite crystal droplets
falling as fine tinkling rain from a clear sky
Responding as one voice in clear pitch-perfection
The single sweet answer to all, for all, forever ...
Is change
Always change
As the carillon bell reconfigures and rings anew
Heralding the mystic magic of another breathed day

Pay....




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Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 10:08 PM
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17 comments:

  1. NatašekSeptember 8, 2013 at 4:49 AM

    always change...
    love the photograph!

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  2. annell4September 8, 2013 at 5:06 AM

    Nicely done.

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  3. J Cosmo NewberySeptember 8, 2013 at 5:21 AM

    Sometimes I wish my bell (or other broken treasures) would reassemble, as new. But, alas, they don't.

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  4. MarySeptember 8, 2013 at 6:17 AM

    So true about change, Pearl. Always change....but we do have to appreciate what each day brings and 'herald the mystic magic of another breathed day' as it happens!

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  5. brenda wSeptember 8, 2013 at 7:15 AM

    Sweet! I love this part:
    infinite crystal droplets
    falling as fine tinkling rain from a clear sky

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  6. scotthastiepoetSeptember 8, 2013 at 8:02 AM

    Hi Pearl - enjoyed this - especially liked:

    'incredulous souls stilled in slack jawed disbelief' and 'the mystic magic of another breathed day' - very resonantly written.. With Best Wishes scott www.scotthastie.com

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  7. Lisa A. WilliamsSeptember 8, 2013 at 8:05 AM

    Beautiful writing, love the photograph as well.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 8, 2013 at 8:52 AM

    Love your imagery in this poem - "flung-stunned", the "incredulous souls"....love the thought of those tones ringing out "as fine tinkling rain" - and LOVE the intriguing photo of the frozen water droplets. Wow.

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  9. gautami tripathySeptember 8, 2013 at 9:14 AM

    Beautifully written...

    reading the menu in the clouds outside

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  10. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2013 at 10:29 AM

    Really like the diaphanous dimensions, the photo image, as well as the well crafted written one.

    Elizabeth

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  11. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2013 at 11:38 AM

    i do love the joyousness of carillon ringing out - we have one at the centre of our town too, and it does inspire awe in passersby

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  12. Old EggSeptember 8, 2013 at 2:52 PM

    There is nothing better than of "the magic of another breathed day"...whether woken by bells or not. A beautiful piece of writing.

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  13. Stan SkiSeptember 8, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    :)

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  14. flaubertSeptember 8, 2013 at 3:50 PM

    Sounds very nice sounds going on here, Pearl. I love the title as well.

    Pamela

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  15. daphnepurpusSeptember 8, 2013 at 5:07 PM

    Oh, WOW!

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  16. AbruvanamedslySeptember 8, 2013 at 6:47 PM

    The single sweet answer to all, for all, forever ...
    Is change
    Always change    ...

    ...absolutely.

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  17. UnknownSeptember 9, 2013 at 8:09 AM

    A beautifully descriptive ballet of words, Pearl. Well written.

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