- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sanctuary # 3
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Decrepit church stuck on the hillside, steep
ascent unto the clearing up a path
well-hollowed out by fervent feet. There is
no fervour in my tired heart - and still,
suppose I chanced upon the place I'd stay
to keep the old shrine going, dust the floors
and tend the weed-grown garden, mend the doors –
I'd watch the structure crumble, fair decay
that comes regardless, fired by rain and sun,
to guard myself against the spark of hope
that lives in each new smile but that I know
to be an ignis fatuus; to have done.
- COMMENTS
ishtatover 11 years agoThe best of these three Sanctuary poems. Not much to add except that I particularly liked your 'jack o lantern.'
tazz317over 11 years agostill holds hope for all who pass and wish, TK U MLJ LV NV
