My slam-poetry tribute to music festivals. Have you ever walked to a musical act in a great venue and heard the pounding music from far away? It's like something out of a Tolkein novel.


Bells

Bay the bells, those rampant bells
Those bells who laugh into the earth,
Hear them chime the trees awake
And heat the creatures with its warmth

Bay the bells, triumphant bells
Those bells who don't feel pain,
You with your rocks and sticks
Have no control over those bells
Those triumphant bells

Bay the bells, those holy bells
Into this temple, may we pray,
Her breath is the wind, her voice
Those holy, holy bells

Bay the bells, my love is theirs
Your feet are not without grace
This sacred place, our family trees
Grow here, beside the bells
Our final bells



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2009-10-17 at 23:38

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Kathy Lockhart
Michael this is a beautifully written text. I loved your topic explanation and felt the rumbled and the call of the music through your words. bookmarked/applaud
2009-10-18