When I hear the wind chime
I think, what is that noise?
A high, metal tinkle
A warm, low, hollow note?
The sound of a bell,
Or an artificial clank
I think, annoyed, what a bothersome sound,
Disturbing my luxurious concentration
It clangs so I can’t think, I say
But then I look down & see that I’ve written this poem.
Why do you like to write poetry?
Kavya M.: “Once you write poetry it pleases you when you read it over and over again.”