Bell Pavilion [Haiku]

Summer night: 
bell pavilion - silent,
but for cricket chirp.

“The Bell” by Ralph Waldo Emerson [w/ Audio]

I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.

Resonance [Haiku]

in the temple yard,
a bell clangs three times, and
vibrates beyond silence.

Temple Bell [Haiku]

the temple bell clangs:
heard from a distance,
it does not fade.

The Bell, Unrung [Free Verse]

the big, brass bell
 hasn't rung in years

the stiffest storm winds
  can't budge it

it stands with clamorous
  potential -- unrung

Cowbell [Haiku]

the cow barely moves,
and yet its clang is constant
from tugging dry grass

Bell Sound [Haiku]

a bell rang.
something awoke in him,
while something died

DAILY PHOTO: Beijing Bell Tower

Taken in the Summer of 2008 in Beijing