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Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK , Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales

shouted down
alleyways 
your name
banks
breathlessly
off gnawed brick
memorials

a rising 
low note prayer
of good intention

a dub-stepped

hymn
 
in extraordinary

time

2015-Rene
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  1. Kathe W.March 15, 2015 at 12:07 PM

    oh my- this is great!

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  2. brudbergMarch 15, 2015 at 12:49 PM

    The sense of loss in those familiar alleys seems to be inscribed in brick and mortar.--

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  3. ZQMarch 15, 2015 at 1:13 PM

    Wonderful!
    ZQ

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  4. scotthastiepoetMarch 15, 2015 at 1:18 PM

    Immaculate write Rene - inspiring to read today, so thank you for that... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  5. MaryMarch 15, 2015 at 1:25 PM

    I love the atmosphere of this poem, Rene! I can just picture the dub-stepping.

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  6. BerowneMarch 15, 2015 at 2:56 PM

    In a word, extraordinary...

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 15, 2015 at 4:19 PM

    Fantastic word choices in this one! Loved it.

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  8. relMarch 15, 2015 at 4:31 PM

    history echoing the voices long gone; nice.

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  9. AnonymousMarch 15, 2015 at 5:16 PM

    those superlative words make this amazing !

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  10. KayMarch 15, 2015 at 5:26 PM

    fabulous!!

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  11. keiths ramblingsMarch 15, 2015 at 5:39 PM

    Just perfect!

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  12. Bekkie SanchezMarch 15, 2015 at 6:24 PM

    Time and sounds! It's amazing what an old town can conger up! Very good write! ♥

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  13. Donna@LivingFromHappinessMarch 15, 2015 at 6:27 PM

    I loved the echoing of this poem....really well done.

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  14. 21 WitsMarch 15, 2015 at 6:44 PM

    Lovely spirit!

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  15. MichaelMarch 15, 2015 at 10:10 PM

    Another fantastic poem, Rene. hope you are well. Loved it.

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  16. Old EggMarch 16, 2015 at 1:52 AM

    I think that historic places exude such an aura that viewing the photo those words and feelings must have flowed so easily from you pen. Bravo!

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  17. SuyashJMarch 16, 2015 at 3:29 AM

    well written

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  18. totomaiMarch 16, 2015 at 6:33 AM

    the echoes of these walls. listen to them sometimes

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  19. PearlMarch 16, 2015 at 8:08 AM

    I knew him...

    Pearl

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  20. Jae RoseMarch 16, 2015 at 9:35 AM

    What a mix of ancient and new..a calling...

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  21. Silent Otto March 16, 2015 at 10:43 AM

    one must use the force and no head up display , while flying through this alley ....

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  22. C.C.March 16, 2015 at 8:31 PM

    devastatingly sublime

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  23. Rommy Cortez-DriksMarch 17, 2015 at 8:02 AM

    dub-step hymn...really nice wordsmithing

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  24. Tess KincaidMarch 19, 2015 at 1:31 PM

    Delicious...and yes, it was just like that...

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  25. HelenaMarch 19, 2015 at 3:24 PM

    I'd like to hear dub-stepping hymns too!

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