The Reminding Chime
just to say
it is fine
but silence
is the reminding chime
the citrus taste
of the lime
the explosions
that are hard to mind
the pouring
of the sweetest wine
just to say
that the empty rooms
are a reminder of something
that came to an end too soon
the flight of dreams
the loss of balloons
long lost party hats
swinging on moons
just to say
that we are in a crowd
More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Tuesday 17th April 2012
The Reminding Chime (Originally Untitled) – Tuesday 17th April 2012
