a lonely wind
nothing moves
except the clouds
– – –
Photo: Clonmacnoise, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2016
Lonely
C.B. Wentworth
Just following my muse . . .
a lonely wind
nothing moves
except the clouds
– – –
Photo: Clonmacnoise, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2016
C.B. Wentworth 
Well, I love it! You have a stirring of one living soul right here. Thank you so much, this one has an amazing feeling for me.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it – Clonmacnoise was an incredible experience. It’s been 7 years, but it still inspires me.
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I love everything about this poem and photo.
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Thank you, Rita! 🙂
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I’ll be thinking about this all day. Beautiful.
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Thanks so much! It’s always good to hear a few lines of poetry have such a lasting effect. 🙂
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I would be scared if something did move in that cemetery. At least it’s day and not night in that picture.
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I love exploring old cemeteries, but it will always be during the day!
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Or at least, nothing moves that is seen 😉 Just stumbled upon your blog via WP Rec’s and I am Loving your poetry and photography 🙂
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Thanks so much for stopping by and for the kind words! 🙂
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It was entirely my pleasure. I am looking forward to reading and seeing more of your work 😉
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