A Song of Sorrow

Kevin Michael Bloor

My soul is singing like a bird
A song of sorrow I once heard
A nightingale perform one day
When Lady Love had flown away

His was a sad and sorry plight
A pretty poor pathetic sight 
He seemed ~ as such, resembled me!
Since I myself know misery

For loss of Love's a tragic thing
As troubadours would often sing
In pain-filled, medieval times
They’d pluck their lyres, recite their rhymes

Composed laments of long-lost love
They penned, as pleas, to God above
For healing of their heart and mind
(They saw in God, the caring kind)

Their verse performed would touch and tear 
Of broken hearts the wounds lay bare 
Their lyrics moved the king and queen,
Who’d sat before like stone, serene

And peasants wept and so did lords
The soldiers’ tears would wet their swords
While priests would pine and chant and pray
As men possessed ~ like me today!

Whose soul is singing like a bird
A song of sorrow I once heard
A nightingale perform one day
When Lady Love had flown away

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2018 04:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Basically, this is a poem about the loss of love and the solidarity we feel with all our fellow sufferers of heartbreak...
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Nice.

  • Lorna

    I traveled through time with lost love! Beautiful......

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you Lorna. Appreciate your kind comments and feedback. 🤗



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