The Guardian

 

 

Towering clouds of summer white

Roiling up to anvil heads

This afternoon of meadow grass

And waving leaf green oaken boughs 

 

This solitaire this sentinel 

Standing watch on this windy knoll

Shades our day of love and peace

Beneath its guardian limbs embrace

 

Two lovers wrapped in dreams to come

Amidst pending wrack and tedium

Finding gentle refuge here from

Turmoil of the world’s war drum

 





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-03-02 at 14:11

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, A lovely lyrical poem - you are firing Jo! I liked the evocation of the natural setting, and how the word choice is sibilant.
2023-03-04


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the cadence: "this solitaire, this sentinel," etc.: the four-beat line flexibly firm.
2023-03-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Joe. I especially liked "pending wrack and tedium."
2023-03-02