“The chime”

[Pat Doiron]

“The chime”
 
Twisted forks hanging from a fabrication
Alongside flattened spoons
Dangling by threads fed through there souls "their". And why not punctuate, especially as the end is punctuated? The run-on doesn't make the piece any windier.
They dance when the wind blows
Their collisions creating vibrations with every gust
Melody comes to being, an entity unto itself
Patterns, beautifully and harmoniously chaotic
Bring forth joy in balance.

Underlined: imprecise. "fabrication" being too general removes the decidedly vivid "twisted forks"/"flattened spoons" from a visible framework. "souls" creates too much noise: what aspect of the utensils, especially the holes through which their lines are fed, give them consciousness? "collisions / vibrations" lead to an ionic overload, and one that doesn't quite capture the delicate sounds of a chime, or the soft and steady hum that sometimes follows. And the last three lines don't deal with imagery at all: sure, it's hard to describe music, but right now calling the "melody" an "entity" (what anything is) or "patterns" (by definition, what any piece of music is) or "harmonious" (what most deliberate pieces of music are) or "harmoniously chaotic" (what most improvisations are) or "bringer of joy in balance" (what most pieces of music seek to be) says nothing about "the chime", let alone something poetic. I would suggest further focusing on the forks and spoons, following through with their personification in the first four lines to create images that evoke what "the chime" sounds, means, to the speaker, but of course it's up to you.

 
hello nibbed, the avatar is an anvil with a hammer and two pairs of tongs on it, blacksmithing is my profession. and yes, i did have fun writing this and thank you for your enjoyment of it. I have addressed some of the issues mentioned

hey RiverNotch, thank you for your insight and thorough break down of my text , the "chime" is one of my early creations. the word soul here does not imply "consciousness" for even "unconscious" beings have souls, the "fabrication" is a construct that the twisted forks and flattened spoons hang from as we do in the construct we live in... it's but a fabrication. the "strings fed through their souls" is a euphemism for the puppet like dance we do and even though it is controlled and limited by "bindings" there is still some good produced through their interactions that bring to being the rest of the of the text. i would suggest looking at this with much much much more imagination lol. the whole of the text is a euphemism for the human condition. I hope this kinda clears some of that up for you, although you can interpret this however you want    i really liked you comment RiverNotch it was "topnotch" lol