The Lonely Troubadour

The Lonely Troubadour

A Poem by ellemorell

The lonely Troubadour 
Cloaked in woven lead sits 
And stares into a tuneless abyss 

The empty court 
Beckons with a faceless grin 
And issues the challenge for confessions herein 

But nothing emerges 
No pretty rhymes to lend
Beauty and order to the chaos within

© 2017 ellemorell

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Wow, a very beautifully emotive poem, yet balanced...just lovely. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you.
¥ay $wagger

1 Year Ago

You're welcome.

Lyrical poets from medieval times, the troubadour or minstrel did bring beauty and order to the court! Very wisely stated!
And for one to be lost for lyric and rhyme is a tragedy to behold. God knows many of us modern poets fall prey to such a condition from time to time.
And.....psssst...(*lonely* edit quick!!)

A fine write. Concise and with a deeper enduring message. Nicely done.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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