Saturday 24 September 2011

Lamorran

This wooded creek
sparkling water through the trees
secret so hidden
a favourite of mine.

I stand at
Lamorran
not moving but listening;
just listening.

The imperceptible
sound accompanies such grace
of a cob and pen
gently paddling.

Water trickles
to join the main flow
the sound is such music
of this serene place.

St Moran’s church
bells silent today
graveyard so quiet
a sanctuary for wildlife.

 Two pheasants' call
raucous
‘sans’ melody
cutting the peace.

I sit at
Lamorran
not moving but listening;
now watching.

This wonderful place.
Where peace can be found.
This secret so hidden.
My heart bursts with joy.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

This poem makes me feel still--listening, not moving--feeling the precious joy of life all around. A good way to start a morning. Thank you, Claire.

Cuby said...

Thanks Kathy I am glad you enjoyed it. I am pleased to share this secret with you.

CherryPie said...

The sounds of nature touch our hearts.

Moving with Mitchell said...

What beautiful images. Thank you so much for finding me, so I could find you!

Cuby said...

Mitch; Welcome here. Beautiful places allow me to create beautiful images and enable me to transport you to these places you may never visit in reality.

Cuby said...

CherryPie: I agree.

Folkways Note Book said...

I could reach out and touch Lamorran through your words -- a great meditative place. Peaceful. -- barbara

Cuby said...

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK: I am so glad that I was able to take you there.

Judith said...

Lovely images Cuby. Everyone needs their own Lamorran.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

It sounds a wonderful place.

Cuby said...

Judith: Indeed they do.
Welshcakes : I am glad my poem conveyed that as it certainly is special.