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In An Old Cathedral

She knelt upon a plank, old oaken, (sable cloak, her mourning guise), and sensed the breath of distant sighs, pale shades of pain behind blue eyes… While clasping close a cross-like token (holding hope for those in need) she prayed her Lord "please intercede, my woe be washed, my soul be freed"… Archangels, in the skies evoken (candles flickered, shadows shivered), through the panes, the moonlight quivered, summoned forth, the wish delivered… Forgotten words he once had spoken (echoed dim beneath the dome) swept sweetness of the honeycomb o'er distant realms they used to roam… At midnight's knell, in dreams awoken, memories of love unchained… Though loneliness of grief remained, she still held hope… hope hadn't waned… And when the dawn had early broken, by the font, in peace she lay… As sudden as a sunset ray the light of life had slipped away…

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Date: 7/26/2016 1:31:00 PM
Terry, this lovely poem reminds me of the Constanza form. This beauty is in first place for me. Congratulations on your second placement Terry! 7 ; )
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Date: 7/26/2016 9:29:00 AM
Quite beautiful, especially the ending-- congratulations!
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Date: 7/26/2016 7:55:00 AM
Chock full of gripping imagery, what a great write, congratulations!
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Date: 7/25/2016 4:51:00 PM
Terry, Congratulations on your win. **SKAT**
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Date: 3/28/2016 8:57:00 PM
Excellent win, Terry. Linda
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Date: 3/22/2016 4:19:00 AM
Hi Terry. Congrats for your top placement in the contest!!! ;-)
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Date: 9/4/2015 3:22:00 PM
This is a beautiful gem. Glad I found it.
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Date: 6/4/2015 10:46:00 AM
What a marvelous read from a blessed paged built on lines constructed with the lyrics of the skies and words well supported by dynamic foamy clouds. Message well expressed! No doubt an absolute 7##.
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Date: 2/14/2015 3:42:00 PM
Beautiful poem, Terry. You are most evidently a very capable poet! :) john.
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Date: 8/10/2014 10:17:00 AM
Death in the cathedral. Wonderful stuff, Terry. What could be sweeter? Love, daver
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Date: 8/8/2014 7:44:00 PM
So glad you replied on my recent write as I meant to come back and fav this poem but forgot in the busy days I have had.
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Date: 8/3/2014 4:16:00 PM
Just found this gem! What can I say but a very excellent write! Perfect ending too...
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 8/8/2014 6:42:00 PM
Thank you, Robert. for the kind words...
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 8/8/2014 6:40:00 PM
Thank you. Robert. for the kind words...
Date: 7/22/2014 11:41:00 AM
I see you've still got it! Very nice...
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 8/8/2014 6:45:00 PM
Thanks Dan... :-))
Date: 4/30/2014 2:38:00 AM
You write so beautifully Terry, that I know before I begin I am going to love what you wrote. That my friend, is true talent!
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 8/8/2014 6:50:00 PM
OMG Connie... a most valued comment... :-)
Date: 3/24/2014 9:41:00 AM
My lord Terry - A sad one indeed. To expect you to run these off like bolts on a conveyor belt, would be folly. We wait so long - THEN POW! You are turning Terry Edgar Allen Poe-ish. love, Sylvia Splat.
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Terry O'Leary
Date: 8/8/2014 6:51:00 PM
;-))