queen in her isolate room
her waning life, capsuled
been long, she stepped out
pictures of her vernal bliss
framed to calm her fading sight
they are mean
Man on the door
trades her world…
his watchful eyes
on the young queen
strolling in the palace gardens
first day of his job
she knew it all along
but prefers the sanity
of unspoken madness
Her antsy heart, pounds
for a trivial reason
and he awaits
outside her walls, uptight
“when will you call?”
36 thoughts on “The Guard”
nice combination words and imgs.
As always – BRILLIANT! 🙂
Sorry , my LIKE button doesn’t work. So I’m writing it here… LIKED !
My like button seems in permanant limbo. Way to sell a post. Good combination despite my poor brain not being able to come up with that combination myself.
Nice! Very subtle. Reminds me monochrome, but is much more delicate.
Brilliant photos… !
Monochrome is my genre until we think over a new theme, away from carton box dream!
My dear, the poet read his words blowing and winging, often difficult to understand even for those who act in their mother tongue, so often the great translators of poetic works are considered almost as much as the poet himself.
Often, we read with the eyes of the heart, and that’s fine and remains in harmony with what has been read.
I hope to be able to make myself understood.
do you smile
Questo è esattamente quello che faccio. Ho letto le tue poesie ancora e ancora, cerco di trovare la sua anima.
E ‘divertente, come la decodifica del tesoro nascosto e devo portare alla luce.
ìand now I come to your Queen, which still awaits the passage of the seasons on the edge of an enchanted life
I love your photos that have a great inner expressiveness
And I like the poem too! 🙂
The photos grabbed me first and the poem second. Bravo on both~
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“Prefers the sanity of unspoken madness” ….nice one Arjun!
Love the pace of this one – perfectly matches your image.
Fabulous photo, touching words. You have a gift.
When we meet.
faded youth, painful, when memories linger of a different time. Wonderful first scene, and how to describe the feeling in response to the latter?.. Whistle blown, no second chance?.. x
They’ll wait to hear from you. No time-limit, no whistle…
like the sound of that,
(always wanted my own whistle too )
You’re a poet. You got one tied to your pen, handy.
ah, a pen(ny) whistle? 😉
A melancholy tone– a sad trajectory of lines of the lives portrayed. Loved “Her antsy heart, pounds
for a trivial reason” and the poor man, waiting at the gates, perhaps blowing a whistle.
The castle guards alert/announce aloud/play instruments as per the customs appointed and the palace inhabitants would know, what time of the day it is and all is fine.
Wonderful images Arjun and the poem-exquisite!
Thank you Meg 🙂
“she knew it all along
but prefers the sanity
of unspoken madness”…
What a beautiful unspoken genious madness of poem… I can’t tell you how happy I am that you share this beauty. And dear, I hope you’ll never stop.
My Dear Ela,
I’ll never stop. As long as you’re around. So happy today. I enjoyed your new poems infused with renewed spirit and vigor.
What can i or anyone say the poem was a master piece. Yet the photo of the mountains was beautiful the photo of the man has i think a very deep untold story in itself. Rock On!
Thank you for an awesome response. A fellow poet smiles, all the way!
Beautiful poem and the pictures enclosed very well !
🙂 what inspired you for this one I wonder….
Thank you for asking me that. Take away the drama, I’m the queen in the poem 🙂