She stood reverently,
bowing her head,
hoping to find herself,
there was no-one around,
and that was what she wanted.
She began to walk,
trying to stay focused,
but what was the point?
But then she knew,
she must do this,
that beautiful
nunnery.
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Image credit: Yasmin Onuș @Unsplash
This image shows a long stone corridor with repeating arches, where soft sunlight creates dramatic shadows and highlights the historic architecture. Mardin, Türkiye
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #327 photo prompt.
luna's on line 
A very beautiful poem for this image Chris. Thanks for joining in dear friend.
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Such a beautiful photo, Sadje! So many avenues to play with this one, and also I had a look on Google. Fascinating!
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Thank you so much Chris.
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[…] Those Cloisters […]
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I think this must be a very peaceful and focused life.
Which oddly reminds me … there’s a condition called “Nun’s Knees” aka prepatellar bursitis — and the kneecap swells from repetitive kneeling. Occupational hazard.
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Fortunately I have never been a nun. Just visiting an amazing cathedral.
(nun’s knees – I’ll remember that!)
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Lovely words for a lovely image Chris 💞
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Thanks so much, Ange! 😊
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This is a soul stirring poem which amalgamates the urge for inner quest with the architectural wonder of the place of worship – a nunnery
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You have put this so well, Geeta – thank you so much.
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gotten thee there thence
and hence better off too!
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Good for you too!
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I imagine even nuns have doubts, sometimes. A lovely take, Chris
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Thanks a lot, Keith!
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That has got to be a weighty decision!
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Very much so. Will she stay… forever?
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Sounds like she found peace and acceptance.
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It seems so, at least at the moment.
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She found the peace she was looking for.
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Let’s smile to her…
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I didn’t expect that last line, but the poem flows right into it in a natural way.
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Aww, thanks very much, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Chris!
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I really like this a lot.
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Thanks very much, Cale!
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You’re welcome.
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Hopefully, she won’t remain there forever! Beautiful solitude expressed in verse. 🥰👍
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Many things might happen to her, I think. I am starting to really like her! An interesting woman. 🥰😉
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She is indeed! 😉😍
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Wonderful and peaceful poem that creates a perfect harmony with the photo.
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Thanks very much!
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When I was younger, I thought I wouldn’t mind the quiet and peace of a nunnery. Now, my knees couldn’t take it!
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Ah yes, ‘Nun’s Knees’, as Misky explained. It’s up there somewhere!
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😀
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Lovely, Chris, and I do like me a cloister.
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Don’t we all – so beautiful in an ancient abbey or a cathedral.
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Excellent story, Chris. I enjoyed the read tremendously. I could relate.
My childhood dream was to be a nun. Of course, I did not follow through.
Just a childhood dream from my old parochial days. I was going to go down
that path but took a slightly different turn.
Have a great week, Isadora 😎
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That was so interesting, Isadora. Thanks for that! 💛
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sure, why not. Like any calling, it is there just for you/her. Be it the nunnery or something else. Love this, Chris.
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Thanks so much, Selma! 🥰
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Thank YOU, Chris
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Your gal, not at all like Sister Boniface! 😉
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Quite so. A wonderful nun, Sister Boniface. 😊
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