Broken glass
petals fray
Colored rose
fading gray
Tucked along
an old road
Crumbling walls
still hold on
Faith betrayed
by time’s hand
Aching stones
won’t let go
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Photo: Remains of Winchester Palace, London, c.b.w. 2011
Words: c.b.w. 2015
C.B. Wentworth 
I read this three times and each time the aching stones strikes me most…something about that personification grabs my attention…like the remains are living…beautiful image and poem, cb!
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As history teacher old relics like this really speak to me. They have stories to tell and I love listening. In many ways, places like this feel “alive.” Those “aching stone” come from my overactive imagination – Those stones have been holding up that structure for centuries. That’s gotta hurt, right?? 😉
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Chuckles…yes! I’d say so! 😉
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WOnderful!
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Thanks so much! I was a little surprised when my muse wanted to write something other than a haiku! 🙂
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I’ll echo Hannah’s comment above. “Aching stones” just really caught me! At first I misread it as “arching stones” but then when I read it correctly, it had a wonderful impact. 🙂
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Thanks so much! Like I replied earlier, “aching stones” is a phrase I’ve often heard in my head when looking at these old structures. It’s exciting to see the phrase has so much resonance.
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