RESERVED WITHIN
As morning flutes played fantasies
inside her young persuasive mind
she stood demure, her head down bent
in armour of solemnity.
She never saw the lamps that shone
nor did she feel the wind and rain
for these were cast aside within
her restless grieving heart.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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The armour of sorrow surrounds her. Very good emotive write Micael.
Thanks Andy - most of us cover ourselves in armour at some point in our lives - we all need a tin opener sometimes !!
A fine write Michael. Could a song from me break through her armour? Or would it cause her to put another layer of armour on? More ear-plugs anyway! heehee.
You could sing of amour - like the idea of the ear plugs.
Thanks MICHAEL for an elegant symbiosis of Poem 'n Pic ! An apt depiction in Line & Lament ~ Parting is such sweet sorrow ! Yours BRIAN
Line and lament - I like that - cheers Brian
A romance in the making were these mysterious lines bent on describing what counts with a maiden - - great duo the pic and the poem Michael.
Thank you Fay - there was a third verse but somehow it didn't work so it's been dust-binised.
While very well written, what I like most about both the drawing and the poem is that you left it wide open for the reader to put his/her own story and thoughts right into it.
thanks Fred - must admit I love the enigmatic - paintings and poems that leave reader still thinking about and having to interpret.
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