Mike Adam

Movement - Poem by Mike Adam

Nothing forced
An ease of being
Freeing up the mind.

Like water flowing
Wending a way to you.

Ringing bells,
Summoning the very air,
Vibration, tunefulness

Bell not asking
To be struck,
Uncomplaining at the blow.

Subtle ringing.
Subtle flowing
Wending your way to me.

Topic(s) of this poem: moving on

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016

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