[Lubesh]

Lurking in the outreach
Behind my barricade
Playing with my soldiers
My demons on parade
They do my battle valiantly
When I can’t see
Nor want to be
A knight in shining armour
When my own guards are down
Temporarily

Watching by my shoulder
A decent serenade
Toying with my eardrums
My angel is dismayed
She tries to sing me back to sleep
When I can’t keep
The tears you weep
My heart is not for slaying
I'll set my army free
If I get in too deep

Waiting in the shallows
The predators they weigh
Summoning up the gastric
Before they lunge or pray
Meanwhile my demonic angels play
Leave me to lay
In blood this way
Why aren’t my soldiers fighting?

…I set them free,
But they went on their way.

[Vorcla]

Interesting. Nice rhythm to it, almost like a cadence. I like how you take the martial theme and apply it to internal emotional struggles. On one level it almost sounds like the protagonist is playing with toy soldiers, but then it becomes apparent there's more going on. The language is very lean and economical in this poem, and yet your metaphors and images are still so descriptive. I like, mucho.

[Lubesh]

Thanks rick..... I used a familiar tune, my main reason for writing and also a steady aid for other elements.

[colinbaker62]

Always a pleasure to read. I think there's a political rebel inside of you that's just fighting to break free.





Colin

[Lubesh]

she did she did.....but i lost her lol

thank you colin.