The Chimes of Tuscany

Allan knows that I love wind chimes so he bought me a beautiful chime for my birthday last fall. The chime is tuned in such a way that it plays a melody from a Verdi opera and is meant to remind the listener of Italy. Perfect! Writing about the chime was on my list of ideas for slices, so yesterday I decided a poem about it would be appropriate for World Poetry Day. But nothing was working. I listened. I brainstormed. I jotted. But there really was nothing I could grab onto. Then I remembered that the chime came with some material explaining how it was made, how to take care of it, and the aria it was meant to imitate. So I decided to try a found poem. In the picture of my notebook you can see the words I jotted down and how I fashioned them into this poem:
 
 
The Chimes of Tuscany: A Found Poem
 
I hear the poignant notes of Giuseppe Verdi
            outside my window.
 
And I am there –
            lush vineyards
                 ancient olive groves
                             stone farmhouses
                                      medieval castles
 
Tuscany –
            stretching from the mountains to the sea
            where the rhythms of nature inspire fine wine.
 
Music and wine just seem to go together.
 
 
                                                     Thank you Woodstock Chimes for the inspiration!
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