Open Poetry #31 |
Good Friday Walk. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
That good friday morning. Drowsily elapsed time away to the call of a Chiffchaff. Two crows perched above the road on a lampost. Raucusly calling, portents of doom, waiting for casualties. Cranes towered above the crystal blue skyline. Clanking, like mechanical dinousaurs, the church clock rings 9.15. Pleasant smell of hot cross buns. Pervading the air with salivating aroma, freshly baked and scrumptious. ''There is no need for temples, no need for complicated Philosophies. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Only the clock, no bells ..... they rang on Easter Sunday! You caught the atmosphere, you were attentive.... and sensitive to the cross-buns. Enjoyed. Love, Margherita |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
nice to see you here today...seems like ages and this is a lovely read, i can smell those buns baking away! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you observe well and take things in deeply |
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