Patti Masterman

My Soul's A Ruined Chapel - Poem by Patti Masterman

My soul's a ruined chapel
In tall grass and weeds,
In woods bright and dapple
My life's gone to seed.

My heart’s a drowned temple
In seaweed and pearl,
It’s idols all broken
And prayer wheels unfurled.

My life’s an old story
That children once knew,
And whispered at night
When candles were few.

My days are thin sheaves
Of a crop that once grew-
Now the gardens are dead,
And the harvest is through.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 30, 2010

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