Ronovan writes #Decima #Poetry #20 Reflections of a morose minstrel

Gently he lays the guitar down

Under his breath the curses flow

Has he ever felt quite so low

A board from which escapes no sound

Frustrated, like a soulless clown

Chords that once held the crowd beguiled

Whipped to a frenzy, raging, wild

Sometimes thoughtful, glazed eyes with mist

Of nostalgia, memories once caressed

From frowning faces coax a smile.

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3 responses to “Ronovan writes #Decima #Poetry #20 Reflections of a morose minstrel

  1. Not sure what you’ve done here, Bobby, but I find myself feeling that descending sorrow. Well done

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  2. Pingback: Décima Challenge 20 Poets Collected | ronovanwrites

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