Sanctum sanctorum
Holy of holies
Peeled from decorum
Whipping up follies
Shredded and tore them
Fighting for soul ease
Making good for him
Striving to fill peace
Sanctum sanctorum
Wholly ’til holy.
Sanctum sanctorum
Holy of holies
Peeled from decorum
Whipping up follies
Shredded and tore them
Fighting for soul ease
Making good for him
Striving to fill peace
Sanctum sanctorum
Wholly ’til holy.
Sanctum sanctorum – loved that.
Just read a line with the phrase in Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare and I liked the way it rolled off the tongue. I composed a poem as I was falling asleep, but of course forgot it. I like this one, though.
Cool work!… I JUST, just was talking about these kind of awesome things – like sanctuary…in a class that I am taking. It would be nice if we all had a space like that… sometimes…. maybe its just hard to find.. art can bring us closer?
Yes.
You teach poetry right?
I am a high school English teacher, so I teach students poetry, yes.
Oh okay that must be fun
Never a dull moment! 😉
Lol yeah
Who is him in the seventh line?
Whoever you want him to be…
(Honestly, I just needed a rhyme and it seemed to work). 😉
Must get my eyes tested. I dashed here when I thought I read Pondering Loneliness. Clever and witty little poem Shawn.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
This is “2 Kewl Fer Skewl” Luv it ……. Q 🙂
I love it!