THE PATH
Each corner of her life bore scars
but with subdued, unbending pride
within the gardens tumbling walls
she held the reins of government.
Yet with the habit of command
emotions borne in solitude
were cast in foreign dissonance;
she sought the lonely routes beyond
the kingdom of her wounded mind.
Though clad in armour of reserve,
with tears afresh and borne of hope
like showers of rain that fall in spring
with rectitude she found the path
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was inspired by one of the one liners which I posted yesterday - hope you like it.
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Good write Michael, I only hope she finds the right path.
Thanks Andy - My reply to Dusk below probably answers that if you care to take a butchers.
Clever lady and clever you but may we yet see the maiden of number 3 yesterday arise onto our screens delightfully propelled toward her destiny with your eloquence sir?
Thanks Dusk - how about another stanza something along the following lines:
Without decline the path she found
reached out forebearingly to him
and caring not for solitude
she yielded to his outstretched arms.
Thanks MICHEAL ~ love the painting ~ I stayed in cottages like that ~ In WALES ~ as a child ! Love the poem a great tribute to THERESA MAY ! Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my Poem 'n Pic ~ Perhaps KINCAID could paint like that ?
Cheers Brian. Not sure Kincaid could paint in such a loose style but it would be nice if he could. He is somewhat derided in most art circles as being too presact and twee but it's whatever floats your boat I guess.
A fine write and pic Michael. Who is Rectitude? Will he/she help me find the path too? (I wish I would shut up. lol).
He's Apti's brother - haven't you met the Tudes Orchi ?
Are they a large family, the Tudes? I heard of Miss Sue E. Side but didn't fancy meeting her!
She used to be friends with Lucy Lastic till she let her down.
You know Joe Bloggs? Dunno if he is related to anyone here?
Yes I know him - he went out with Eilean Dover - she's the one who fell off the cliff.
What is amazing is not only this poem, but when you say you will do something you go out and do it!
Great work, Michael!
Doesn't happen often Fred - just lucky I had a bit of time available - thanks as always for the encouragement.
Loved it, Michael!
INSPIRATION served you
well I see! She found her
path...and slowly, so am I!
Awesome last stanza!
Of course, your painting
is beautiful! It reminds me
of a lovely Bed&Breakfast
place by a lake that I've
had the pleasure to stay at!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura - dedicated to you.
Aww...Thank you! So very
sweet of you! Of course, it’s
been saved in my faves AND printed out. Going
right into my special momento gift box!❤️
Enjoy your day, my friend! 😊
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