An evening bell tolls
the weight of centuries - dim
echo upon walls.
An evening bell tolls
the weight of centuries - dim
echo upon walls;
the graffiti of that faith
which, atonal, god devours.
Evening
a bell tolling
centuries, graffiti -
an echoed faith, atonal, god
devours.
A contest entry
- A PROGRESS OF POEMS by Shenton.
1200 points, ended April 15, 2008, 6 entries
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I don't know just why ...
but this reminds me of the song, "When The Swallows Come Back To Capistrano".
Anyway, it's a good job and that's the main thing.
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thanks very much. i don't know the song but will see if i can find a version. am quite curious about it now:-) glad you enjoyed reading it.
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I like the old imagery of this. It brings to mind a monastery, and has an eerie air about it. Fantastic possibilities to where this one could go! Congratulations on the HM..
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thanks very much. it was an interesting way of thinking about things and it's always good to find out if what was written makes any sense.
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Striking use of imagery here giving emphasis to the timeless quality of church bells The graffiti image is interesting - leaving their mark perhaps where it is not welcome? Good luck with this!
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thanks:-) i do like churches and temples but am not so sure about much of the basis they are built upon. am not sure either what i meant by graffiti - possibly that the tomes of the believers tend to be graffiti'd by their actions. but i would probably have to think about that also... have never quite decided if the architecture is worth the price;-)
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