Traveling eastward on highway 13, passing
uninhabited-it seems- railroad tracks
and quaint white churches, steeples
humbly making signs of the cross.
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‘…The poetic architect quickly dismantles such thoughts…. behind the green and brown plain, /brown and red leaves dance before/’resting their souls….’ What Poets can do thro’ the great Architect …is poetic mind and imagination …and souls resting phase color play…enjoyed Ma’am… Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10
hi alm wrote this a couple o yrs back but is still fresh and if one would open the window the cool gush would flood the room beautiful write cheers
Many of the old cathedrals of Europe were built with stone, grey, ashen in colour to remind us - lest we forget - what we really are - dust; ash; not white, not black; mere ash. Well, as you say in this thoughtful, deep write, Almedia, the poetic architect quickly dismissed such thoughts - of white churches followed by black ones. I like the term 'poetic architect', it is filled with life.