“Ring the Church Bells” by Catherine Bennett
purity rings
diaphanous tones
in vitreous waves
lenses moistened
euphonically
speaking glass words
up a shivering spine
crystal colors
of grateful
impetuous smiles
for the blessings
of Sundays
(originally posted June 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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bells tolls
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for thee
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Wonderful
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appreciate that
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I LOVE THIS!!
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so glad you do
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Sunday morning in just about any French village – superb.
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as is almost any French village
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Agreed.
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I get shivers up my spine too when I hear the bells.
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they’re designed to stir us out of our routine lives, I think
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That is utterly gorgeous ~ Thank you for sharing.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Reblogged this on Circle of the Dolphins.
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Reblogged this on Lavender Turquois.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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still read great
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thanks kindly, my friend
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Phenomenally good–I love the beauty of “speaking glass words” and that crystal colors hold gratitude, smiles and Sunday blessings. I could just sit in this one all day, listening for the bells.
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oh my, I’m so pleased to hear that, Caddo
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I can feel the church bell sounds
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exactly – they are felt as much as heard
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Great one Paul and I love it; It ended with my name 🙂 but Church and Religions? (*_*)
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it was a natural subject for a religious church-goer like me
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Oh alright, but I still love every poetry works; no matter the theme
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Nice linguistic artistry
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thanks for the gracious words
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Love it! Core shaking beauty.
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wow – what a wonderful comment – thank you
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I agree with Rob, such artistry!
Speaking of French villages, I was in the French Alps 11 years ago, and it was so lovely to hear bells reverberate one Sunday morning, putting the cowbells out of business for a moment 🙂
I’m so happy there are church bells where we live. And I honestly don’t think there’s a better way to start a wedding service…utterly joyous.
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