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Deep In Newly Disturbed Soil, Lies My True Love

Deep In Newly Disturbed Soil, Lies My True Love ( “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot.) Deep in newly disturbed soil, lies my true love 'neath a canopy of virgin soil and loose rock where no more glows splattering of earthen blue skies accursed world can deliver no greater shock. Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key. For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee. Beg I, this woesome agony may go away that life may again thrive and gift its wondrous gifts shall such a dream ever award this weeping heart and send light and divine blessings that so uplift. Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key. For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee. Now true, this life feels as if all is meaningless unstoppable torment meant to slay the all of me in this sad darkness, will salvation ever come shall this dying man ever again the Light see? Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key. For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee. What wonder would such Light this aching soul award could it be, a sword that cuts through these iron chains or healing balm to gift me sweet power to sleep, thus bringing an end to these sorrowful and deep pains? Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key. For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee. Robert J. Lindley, Original poem first born- May 17th 1974 Edited, April 12-2006, 11-30-2021 Elegy Note: (1.) woesome https://www.collinsdictionary.com/us/dictionary/english/woesome in British English ('w??f?l) or woesome ('w??s?m) ADJECTIVE 1. expressing or characterized by sorrow 2. bringing or causing woe 3. pitiful; miserable a woeful standard of work ********** Note https://poets.org/glossary/elegy (2.) Elegy Elegy Explore the glossary of poetic terms. The elegy is a form of poetry in which the poet or speaker expresses grief, sadness, or loss. History of the Elegy Form The elegy began as an ancient Greek metrical form and is traditionally written in response to the death of a person or group. Though similar in function, the elegy is distinct from the epitaph, ode, and eulogy: the epitaph is very brief; the ode solely exalts; and the eulogy is most often written in formal prose. The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace. These three stages can be seen in W. H. Auden’s classic "In Memory of W. B. Yeats," written for the Irish master, which includes these stanzas: With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise. Other well-known elegies include "Fugue of Death" by Paul Celan, written for victims of the Holocaust, and "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman, written for President Abraham Lincoln. Many modern elegies have been written not out of a sense of personal grief, but rather a broad feeling of loss and metaphysical sadness. A famous example is the mournful series of ten poems in Duino Elegies, by German poet Rainer Maria Rilke. The first poem begins: If I cried out who would hear me up there among the angelic orders? And suppose one suddenly took me to his heart I would shrivel Other works that can be considered elegiac in the broader sense are James Merrill’s monumental The Changing Light at Sandover, Robert Lowell’s "For the Union Dead," Seamus Heaney’s The Haw Lantern, and the work of Czeslaw Milosz, which often laments the modern cruelties he witnessed in Europe.

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Date: 12/5/2021 2:48:00 PM
Excellent, my friend. And I loved how this was inspired by one of my favorite poems on Lincoln. Another Fave.
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Date: 12/3/2021 12:43:00 PM
The flow of your deep and powerful sentiments seen through your eloquent Art and felt in your inspiring words! Absolutely Life changes colour and taste when we lose dear souls.. what remains, just a sweet memory, an aching love.. Faith and Hope bring back a reason to live and survive.. Your poem is made of gold and much more than that! Dark, loss, ache, Love.. whatever is the word.. you just enlighten with your wonderful poetry, Robert! An honour and an immense pleasure to read you! Best regards
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Robert Lindley
Date: 12/4/2021 2:16:00 PM
Thank you my friend. This poem was first composed 47 years ago. When I had for a time, fell into deep despair over a dear friend's untimely death. I.was blessed to have recovered and again look to the future. And that look was loaded with the magnificent treasure that we call Hope. God bless..
Date: 11/30/2021 10:53:00 AM
Hello Robert Lindley, prayer is important. It is a way to talk to God. Telling of our sadness or other things. Blessingss my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 12/1/2021 11:47:00 AM
Hell Robert, you are welcome. Yes prayers and having faith . How are you doing now? God Bless.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 11/30/2021 2:42:00 PM
Thank you my friend. Cerrtainly true, prayer and faith have moved mountains and are key to living a richer, better and a far more pleasurable existence. God bless...

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