Words Heart Rendered
Words Heart Rendered
What is a poet's soul?
love and passion for a start
torment and misery from a deep dark abyss;
imagination stolen from the stars, inspiration's fine art
and true dedication high upon heaven's first list!
Or is it words heart rendered?
sweet beams of mornings light, cast forth without fight
bouncing against dark forests of deadly trees;
into thickened weathered bark wrapped so very tight
morphing into angels upon rare beauty's pleas!
What is a poet's way?
simple arrows slung from gleaming bows
words flying within mystical , egotistical softened clouds;
tales of life's beauty, infinity and bright glittering shows
shadows eating mysteries wrapped in fattened rainbow shrouds!
Or is it sad pains echoing?
within a golden ring chiming crystal bell
chills and thrills pouring in cold hardened purple rain
cracks springing across space and time into mind's hardy shell
colors cast into running waters making such emotional stains!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-27-2016
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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