Sometimes, the treasure is found in knowing there is no destination. I can picture this so very perfectly...and it may be I managed to steal my first peaceful moment of the day. Wonderful!
The sense of peace is strong and the unstated nature of what is intended to occur at the chapel (funeral,wedding,prayer,grief,happiness)pervades the spaces in the poem nicely, and gives the reader that bonding that comes from the imagination being led and not driven. Enjoyed it.
What absolute treasures we have been witness to this bloghop, and this is one of the finest! I love the appreciation for antique and weathered gifts. Brilliant!
Oh lovely, more beautiful sound devices ... decaying, gray, fraying; wheat, wind, waves, waiting. Loving your poetry (and I am a fan of Rainer Maria Rilke). :-)
That's lovely. Does this mean Rilke at Friday's poetry salon?
ReplyDeleteThank you Chelsea.
ReplyDeleteMaybe... :-)
You know how I love him.
How lovely it would be to walk down that path and come upon that dilapidated chapel.Just lovely:-0
ReplyDeleteNadira: I saw an old barn with fusia flowers hanging on the door and then I saw Rilke's fragment. It all came together. Thank you for commenting.
ReplyDeletenice...love the overgrown path...dandelions esp...with no destinaton...you have set a treasure for us to find on that path...
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the treasure is found in knowing there is no destination. I can picture this so very perfectly...and it may be I managed to steal my first peaceful moment of the day. Wonderful!
ReplyDeletevery vivid capture of that chapel scene...
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing it ~
your words seemed to flow from Rilke's seamlessly... tranquil and lovely.
ReplyDeleteit is good not to know destinations sometimes, isn't it...
ReplyDeletei love the colors in your words.
thank you.
..very fascinating piece.. divine in all shape and forms.. like others i like the moment with the dandelions.. you have a lovely walk.
ReplyDeletesounds like a secret garden... cool place
ReplyDeleteThe sense of peace is strong and the unstated nature of what is intended to occur at the chapel (funeral,wedding,prayer,grief,happiness)pervades the spaces in the poem nicely, and gives the reader that bonding that comes from the imagination being led and not driven. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for you kind comments. I appreciate it.
ReplyDeletelove the dandelions...overgrown paths have kinda magic of their own...the humble roof as well is a very nice image..
ReplyDeleteEvocative and imaginative, I want to visit and come to know the spiritual essence of the place.
ReplyDeleteWhat absolute treasures we have been witness to this bloghop, and this is one of the finest! I love the appreciation for antique and weathered gifts. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful incantation. Well written, mysterious yet peaceful.
ReplyDeleteI really loved the imagery your pieced together here, it was as if this chapel sat before me. Lovely write ~ Rose
ReplyDeletesolid poetry; the imagery is strong and the versification tight for the style you choose. The result is reader immersion
ReplyDeleteThanks so much everyone. Can't wait for next week.
ReplyDeleteOh lovely, more beautiful sound devices ... decaying, gray, fraying; wheat, wind, waves, waiting. Loving your poetry (and I am a fan of Rainer Maria Rilke). :-)
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