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June 2022 Poetry Contest: The rhyming wind chime
My wind chime pealed,
While she squealed,
An angel from the wind bell rived,
There they said she had died,
Thus a breeze blew,
Life and death versed when an angel flew,
Granny tinkled with an angel in mime,
Perhaps she was the angel herself who flew in rhyming chime....
Copyright ©️ Rijak Kaur Sarla
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This poem is dedicated to my grandmother. I have a wind chime and believe that a beautiful demonstration of nature's rhyme is it that tinkles with a gentle breeze. On the contrary, I describe Granny's inscrutable pain on bed parallely. She was an angel to me who was ripped apart with the assumed soothing breeze(pain). I describe how life and death are mutually rhyming- where one is hurled stones at in contrast to where one achieves contentment. I end with how I imagine the shattered angel to glue back into shape and Granny pretends to be by my side as the shattered angel who is back in place. It is difficult to reconcile with her death but am happy that she flew as an angel to heaven rid of pain.