Linda and Jock in the Jardin des Plantes, Coutances
Solitary park bench
could be lonely
but isn’t.
Peace to stare
at flowers and trees,
soak up sun
listen to bees.
Ponder the meaning
of life
or simply be me.
Waiting for Jock and Tillybud who were exploring further down the precipitous botanical gardens in Coutances. Later, the peace was disturbed.
Boing, pause, boing
Deep-throated Cathedral bells
sound the Angelus.
The clock at St Paul,
down the road is slow,
rings out of synch.
Later still Saint Nicholas
joins in from up the hill.
Melody becomes cacophony.
we were prompted to “take it easy” last week here
Loved this. Wish someone would prompt me to take it easy. Would I listen?
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I find great charm, if not comfort, that God and the angels follow their own time.
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What a strange discordance those bells must create!
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