Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Anguished Winds, Carried Feverish Cries

Anguished Winds, Carried Feverish Cries

 
I rested upon a barren stone slab
When winter's breath had frozen me so stiff
In my dark abode, all was silently drab
Of meadow flowers not even a whiff.
Above the tingle of dawn's waking skies
Within its aura, a whispering death
Anguished winds, carried feverish cries
And sorrows begging no pitiful breath.

Beloved friends I had are dead and gone
All rotting black and deep-six underground
With no beating sun to bleach white their bones
And no ears to hear the wind's tempestuous sound.
Where lies my crypt to hold these sad remains
Or tombstone to mark my last resting place
Was my life more than its dark wicked stains
And truth of her loss my final disgrace.

Why holds this my strongest and pleading thought
Of those treasures of happiness I miss
I regret this trap, its teeth I am caught
Never again have her sweet lips to kiss.
Sun is setting, night sends its waiting song
Its hollow voice sings in fantastic tune
No more can I join racing human throng
Or dance in the summer's ballad of June.

Darkness falls, soul begs another abode
I wish only to leave this airy world
My aches are born from this desperate cold
Pray soon, in Heaven's arms I am hurled.
Treat not this my last message and its note
As if this fool had made no better mark
I tarried not, I got fine candles to tote
In case I end up in the scary dark.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Embracing The Cold-Hearted Ghost Of Darkest Death)

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Kurt Ravidas May 5, 2019 at 3:02 PM Sweet darkness, this poetry is a fine candle itself! My hell will never be in the scary dark again. This is literally brilliant, Robert. Robert Lindley May 7, 2019 at 5:07 PM Thank you my friend. I am truly grateful for your kind words and supportive poetic fellowship my great friend.

Connie Marcum Wong May 3, 2019 at 12:57 PM For many, death is a welcome visitor Robert. Aging causes us to face our mortality in many different avenues. You have written another beautiful poem to add to my collection. I hope you will be publishing all of these masterpieces in a book, not an online book, but an actual book I may hold in my hands and cherish. Blessings my friend and thank you for this gem! : ) xxoo Robert Lindley May 3, 2019 at 2:14 PM Thank you my friend. Your very kind words and many readings of my poetry are blessings to me. Perhaps one day I will task myself to do a book. Of course selecting from over 1500 poems I've written in over 45 years of writing, would indeed be quite a task in itself to accomplish......

Arturo Michael May 3, 2019 at 8:24 AM In case...A knight of a poet you are...gallant in every word...Lovely poetry my friend... Robert Lindley May 3, 2019 at 11:59 AM Thank you my friend. I am indeed quite delighted and also very humbled by your very kind words!!

Lawrence Sharp May 3, 2019 at 7:34 AM I love that first line, the words hang with such a magnetic appeal, and they set the tone for the whole poem so well. Another very fine write, my friend. Robert Lindley May 3, 2019 at 11:57 AM Thank you my friend. Always a pleasure to read your wonderful poetry and your very kind comments. God bless....