Cantata
October 19th 2007 10:05
We said our prayers
on the cold slate
before the cantata
rose out of the mouths
of ancient crones who
only remember endearment
through the telling of
dreams by the darlings
~Lily
on the cold slate
before the cantata
rose out of the mouths
of ancient crones who
only remember endearment
through the telling of
dreams by the darlings
~Lily
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Comment by theadora
at the boardroom
Ad Magnum Opus
enjoyed this work, indeed
regards theadora
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
It's specific yet vague at the same time, allowing me to interpret it in all my messed up ways.
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
dean, i'd be interested to hear how you did interpret it, my left brain fought with my right brain over this one : smile : ....appreciate your visit dean
~Lily
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
I often wonder what it must be like to live in the Church. I wonder about how loving our God is and yet how cold some appear, how the constrast of the beauty of the church itself clashes with the cold stone walls.
I think we have got it wrong in our interpretation over the centuries.
Ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
So lovely, as usual. You put so much into such a short space.
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
those stained glass story teller windows, set into walls of cold stone... maybe the contrast tells the story .. who knows .. just my thoughts...
Kleo, my muse puts blinders on my brain, then whips it off and it comes out in short little bursts -- like a summer shower.. doesn't last for long... (where did that come from?) lol
hugs for you two chickas...
~Lily