Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The sacred silence, savored by the students in the sanctum
strains to show the silken flow of simple, solemn scenes.
But chivalrous, the scrapes and shuffles, stopped, subdued, and stifled
seem to sound, support, surround, declare the smallest deed.
(I think this one accomplishes more fully what I was trying to do with the alliteration.)