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:
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.
Thanks Kathy I am glad you enjoyed it. I am pleased to share this secret with you.
The sounds of nature touch our hearts.
What beautiful images. Thank you so much for finding me, so I could find you!
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.
CherryPie: I agree.
I could reach out and touch Lamorran through your words -- a great meditative place. Peaceful. -- barbara
FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK: I am so glad that I was able to take you there.
Lovely images Cuby. Everyone needs their own Lamorran.
It sounds a wonderful place.
Judith: Indeed they do.
Welshcakes : I am glad my poem conveyed that as it certainly is special.
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