Monasteries by the Bay

The tranquil life of a monk.

In the courtyards and the regions
precious strings of violins doth play;
Tranquil peace of ancient abbeys
and monasteries by the bay.

Surrounded by grape vineyards
and century old stained glass;
Monks chant their prayer rhymes
and recite their morning mass.

Melody of fountains and choir sings
monastery monks, their faith within clings,
Behind walls the bougainvillea climb;
the celibate monks cherish their time.

 

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading...Fondly, SyberRose

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem creates a fine place of peace and comfort...perfect for the season we are in now..Christmas ;) so glad i found it to read...hope you will soon start posting about Ms. Syber :))
E.
ps. Merry Christmas!

[Diane Lockard]

One of the places on my bucket list, vineyards with the heavy, purple grapes glistening in the sun, sounds of music, monks in their long brown robes... I can see it!
I have to apologize, I was answering your post and accidentally erased it. Not a good start, but I am excited to take part in the Cafe.
Reply was, It is nice to meet you. It is great that the poem brought back happy memories. I love historical and historical fiction writing. Thank you for the feedback. and I look forward to talking to you again.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Diane...I am still feeling my way around here too...Glad you enjoyed my poem...I wrote it years ago actually and decided to post here. Nice to hear from you...SyberRose