Fading memories of past lives linger
Moving in rhythm to the falling snow
Spectres whisper mournful prayers
Shadows lost in unending procession
Cloister walls weep with sadness
Silent bells echo the end of time
Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.
Tintern Abbey. Photo by W.A. Call, Monmouth Museum.
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luv the photo u selected for this poem and the poem is ethereal in a sweet sorta way…the end of time seeming apt and expected… but someone else might perceive it differently…like silence…too….
silence can seem eerie, pleasant, or echo-ing…depending on the mood, time, place or people…
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Thank you Steph. I am glad you enjoyed it. Yes, silence can be many things and not necessarily the absence of sound.
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Wow, what a beautiful poem. I was caught up in the hush.
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Thank you. I am pleased you were caught 😉
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Beautiful
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Thank you, I am glad you liked the poem.
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Love this one. Evokes a feeling of ghostly presence.
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Thanks Mary. Ghosts of the past (real or not) are everywhere if you look hard enough.
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A haunting poem with a sense of sadness. Old buildings and ruins can conjure all sorts of imaginings. I love the last line.
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Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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