Old souls at rest,
sins forgotten
Eroded names,
silent voices
Faces unknown,
stare at the sky
Bound by gravel,
guarded by stone
Clonmacnoise, Ireland
Photo by: c.b.w. 2009
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c.b.w. 2013
Old souls at rest,
sins forgotten
Eroded names,
silent voices
Faces unknown,
stare at the sky
Bound by gravel,
guarded by stone
Clonmacnoise, Ireland
Photo by: c.b.w. 2009
– – –
c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
I always find the “eroded names” sad.
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In some ways, the erosion reminds me that life is precious and short. We are here but a short time, even after death. In that sense, I want to make the best of each breath. š
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Clonmacnoise is an amazing place and your poem perfectly captures its essence.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! š
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Your photo has incredible texture! Great shot.
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There’s nothing like old stones when it comes to texture. They’ve “weathered” more than one storm! š
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“bound by gravel, guarded by stone” – LOVELY!
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Thanks! š
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You’ve written a wonderful tribute to the beauty of this place.
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I was fascinated by what remained of the architecture. Even though it’s in ruins, it’s still possible to feel that it was sacred place. To me, that’s what makes the remains so beautiful. š
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