Sanctuary unclaimed
where are the seekers of solace?
Still the saints are waiting, patient hands outstretched to greet,
In the cold cloth of stone enshrined.
Looking for the step of humble feet, the gentle murmur of penitent lips, or
Even the visits of those for art alone; cameras clicking, mouths agape, yet
Not a single soul appears.
Chapels that bring calm and cathedrals that stir wonder, hallowed halls now
Empty.
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Joe O’Connor
New Zealander
English teacher
Short stories and poems📚
Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!
Currently writing James The Wonderer
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nice story
‘Where Does The Good Go’ by Tegan & Sara faded in as I finished this and that song has a whole new meaning, now.
It's so sad to wonder where the sanctity has gone. Excellent entry, Joe! It made me think for a moment, as poetry should.
My goodness, I never even thought of this. No more perfect place for peace and quiet. Sadly, that last nailed it.
This was some swell imagery. You are an excellent writer. Love how you have taken the nonet ‘one word line’ to end on ha! - which works very well for your subject. And rhyming again too. Doesn’t even feel or look acrostic to me and those are the ones that impress me the most, as you are more intrigued by the images created than the word. 👏😊
Beautiful poem.
I admit I misread one line as "Even the visits of those who fart alone" 🤯
Brilliantly and beautifully written!!! Love this!!!❤️❤️💕
A certain mournful eeriness radiates from this! Like a graveyard of purpose. Great entry, Joe!
Lovely, reflective, and melancholy...I feel like I am walking through a still, empty chapel! The scene comes to life in your writing- marvelously done, Joe!
Hi jO - I always have to read your offerings a few times - I'd probably be put into the 'Slow Learner' section in your classroom. jK.in.l.a.
Wow, this was gorgeously written and then the meaning hits! Brilliant work, Joe :)