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Inner-city parish (Free verse) by richa The terraces line the road like bricks.
Eighteen feet high and gunmetal grey
dug into the earth like shrapnell shells.
Two blocks and a field away bells
of a church, and later the vicar
between his first and second sermon
will bless with bread and communion wine
his flock with ever increasing speed.
It has become a measure of his belief.
Up the ladder:
(limits of ambition)
Down the ladder:
In love as in war
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Posted: September 18, 2003 5:07 AM PDT; Last modified: September 18, 2003 7:07 AM PDTWeighted score: 7.0365205 Overall Rank: 42 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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Mona Lisa @ 62.105.119.105
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18-Sep-03/7:36 AM
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Nice to see a continuation of the church theme you write so enigmatically about.
nice job.
This is great! Anyone who wants to understand how image imparts meaning, and the emotion the poet is trying to express, should take a look at this poem. You stay right with the metaphor throughout, well done.
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