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Clang


12.07.09 Posted in today's words by

Ailill
is a teacher and a traveler. His poem demonstrates sensory layering.
Read the poem with an eye for the line breaks and word placement and an
ear for the consonants and the pacing.
It relies upon image to bolster the visual experience of the words. Does it make you feel celebratory or somber?





Clang
By Ailill

Hanging,

suspended
in mid-air

between here
and elsewhere,

the echo
of the bell,

swells

with a sound
that resounds.

Resonating,

it intones
image-shaped words,
carved out of stone,

gathering together,

inside
the ocean
of mind.

Invoking
wisps of
smoke,

thoughts caught
in motion,

clouds of emotion
drifting by.



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