the silence was tangible

 

sitting

on an old stone wall

crumbly down

from centuries before

when monks prayed there

offered alms

or buried

the rich and poor

 

the silence was tangible

 

beside the ruined monastery

a round tower

shambled too

ivy laden

truncated now

to tiny fragments

battles long gone

beside the Pale

 

a robin came

to size me up

as a wren

flitted tiny be

amongst the

rambled tower

remains

 

its such a day

that life

opens up

the soul

 





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-08 at 19:52

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem opens up the soul. Thank you for posting it, sir!
2019-08-08