Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

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Robert J. Lindley

Rhyme, ( What Time And Weather Destroys)

 

Note: This was once a sonnet, but I thought it better to rework it into a longer poem.

In that decision the ten syllable verses were changed to 6,6,8,8...

My muse demanded the change so please, do not blame me.. 

 Having lived and worked on a farm, I am very acquainted with old barns, hard work and getting up well before sunrise... etc, etc.

 

Syllables Per Line:

6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8

Total # Syllables: 168

Total # Words:     126

As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Within your rotting boards
termites eat long dead trees
Life existing in massive hordes
busy as busy honey bees.

Empty stalls, once held more
now upon wide cracked walls 
holes were active bumble bees bore
echoes heard, ghosts of farmer's calls.

As dawn weeps its new fall
upon dead, fallen host
where once life begged its recalls
of picnics, and marsh-mellow roasts.

Dusk came, refused to leave
its trailing dark, obeys
time and loss, twins that do not grieve
one dances slow, other sashays.

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, ( What Time And Weather Destroys )

Note: This was once a sonnet, but I thought it better to rework it into a longer poem. In that decision the ten syllable verses were changed to 6,6,8,8...
My muse demanded the change so please, do not blame me..
Having lived and worked on a farm, I am very acquainted with old barns, hard work and getting up well before sunrise... etc. etc.

Syllables Per Line:	
6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8 0 6 6 8 8
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words:	  126

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M. L. Kiser March 24, 2019 at 7:29 PM Beautiful visual on this, Robert. Reminds me of the time I went climbing around in an old barn of a cousin's and tore the biggest hold in my pantleg; my Mom had just bought those pants, too. (How was I do know that would be a nail in that stall?) Robert Lindley March 26, 2019 at 3:04 PM Thank you my friend. Yes , the old barn and sheds were a bit dangerous to kids if they were not very careful. I know I was hurt at least half a dozen times myself playing a bit too carelessly in such places.

Vladislav Raven March 24, 2019 at 10:34 AM Hi Robert, such a wonderful write from a master pen. Always such memories are held within these old weather-worn barns. What stories they hold within their silent gloom. I love looking upon old buildings, the grand and the small, each has a story. My mind sings now with thoughts of yesteryear. A joy to read Robert. A fave. Have a wonderful Sunday. Your friend always....Mike. Robert Lindley March 26, 2019 at 3:02 PM Thank you my friend. When I look at the farms here now and see that 95% of the old barns, the old houses, the old sheds have been torn down , it saddens me that so much visual history has been destroyed.

Arturo Michael March 24, 2019 at 8:59 AM Simply wonderful... A poet in prime...Enjoyed it... Robert Lindley March 26, 2019 at 2:57 PM Thank you my friend. Sadly, I believe with my advanced age that I've passed my prime. But so nice of you to give such a great compliment my friend.