Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Music of Your Voice #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion




Whether windy or still
your voice speaks
through wind chimes
in my garden.

The primitive chimes
are the works of your hands,
tuned by the song you heard
that summer day you
joined metal and wire.

Father, I miss you.
When my heart wishes
you could return,
I step out my back door
and listen to your chimes
playing the melody of home.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
Joanne Elliot at New World Creative Union prompted us on this week's 
Wednesday Wake-Up Call to remember our ancestors.
 I was missing my father today so I chose to write about him.






7 comments:

Anna Montgomery said...

How beautiful, wonderful to have reminders hand made and gifted. That it makes music in the wind like your father's voice through time and space is magical. http://chromamisc.com/2012/10/31/transmigration/

Monty Wheeler said...

love it, susie. your father's voice to comfort you in time of need through those handmade chimes. you'll cherish them always

Monty

Geraldine said...

this is truly lovely!

Joanne Elliott said...

So lovely Susie. I miss my father too. That simple and straight forward line: "Father, I miss you," brought tears because there is nothing truer. My father was a maker of things, too. It's so nice to have remembrances in the things made by those no longer in this world...and to have wind chimes that maybe are rustled to song by the wind...by your father. Hugs!

Natasha Head said...

Oh my words...Joanne has certainly brought forth some amazing work with this prompt. Susie...this is fantastic...and yes..I'm crying again...to have known that love, to be able to cherish the memories...and I love that his voice sounds like wind chimes...betcha he loved reading this ;)

Fred Rutherford said...

Really touching remembrance Susie. I love wind chimes and you just added a whole plethora of possible meanings each time they shake and make their wonderful chimes. Thanks

moondustwriter said...

I'm sure the songs your hear are beautiful and many