Outside, evening’s breeze whispers. The wind chime, in our tulip tree, rings from time to time, soothingly. Inside, we sit with dinner, and quiet. There’s little resonance, but we care for one another. Our love goes without saying.
Meal finished, we clear the table together, conversing little. No need I think, we know each other, we know without saying. Task done, we part quietly, me to my keyboard, you to read.
Outside, tubular bells sound softly in February sunset. Inside, as I type, my thought drifts to last September’s trouble, the time I hurt you, deeply. “But you’ve forgiven me,” thinking to myself, “yes?”
“Certainly you have,” still thinking to myself. “This year’s a different thing, I’ll not think of you right now, I need to finish this poem.” Outside, the wind freshens, greeting day’s end. Chimes pleasantly keep pace. Inside, turbulent uncertainty stirs.
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse
This chimes with me – a stirring of uncertainty at the close… smart use of the prompt, Rob!
Thank you very much Kathy… 🙂
This is very well written, Rob. Damaged relationships always seem to leave an element of uncertainty, even when mended. the wind chimes ad a nice touch to the feel of your story!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
You have captured life’s uncertainty in this piece and I wonder if the gentle chimes can bring a sense of peace.
I think they will help True, but there is still some uncertainty. I believe they will work it out. Love is still present… 🙂
I think she is on the right track, Rob. Hurts can be forgiven but for me I like an apology first, then think forgiving. Nice write.
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Thank you Jim… 🙂
That guilty conscience is surely turbulent, Rob. Nice use of the prompt line!
Thank you so much jay… 🙂
I love the intimacy of the quiet dinner, the clearing of the table together, Rob, and the wind chime – wonderful things, wind chimes.
Glad you liked it kim…
I like how you set the scene, Rob, with that quiet, companionable dinner. But the “turbulent uncertainty.” Well done! I hope it works out for them.
I think it will if they play it by the ball, eh… 😉
Some harms will never heal or be forgotten. May her love allow her to forgive, even though things will never again be what they once were. Change continues; pain is inevitable and part of the parcel of life. They are still together and while that is so there is hope.
Fingers crossed Lisa… 😉
I love the juxtapositioning of the final two lines. Reads well; flows smoothly; thoughtful reading inspired by the calm words.
I am pleased you were engaged by this piece Lil. The core mechanism for this piece was juxtaposition.
You’ve captured life’s moments well, Rob. Enjoyed reading this piece. 🙂
Thank you Kitty… 🙂