As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late

Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen, James Thomson his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS) (1.) As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides, ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides. She hurt, gone, life's truth that can never again be blissful passions that burn swellings of singing seas came aches, dreams lost, epic fluttering- heart's desires broken sight of that ring, within massively raging fires ghastly renderings of shattered hopes, faith without any gains relentless moaning throughout night's aching and torturous pains! Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides, ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides. She found, old castle fallen down, in sad decay remembering youth a'callin', knelt she to pray amidst ruins that rumbled fiery flames in her soul to consume shattered disappointments of life wearily droll there within that moment, trepidation fanned sorrow's flames with trembling lips, she cried, "All this, my weeping heart truly blames"! Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides, ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides. She knew, never more would sweetest of touch she feel fiery embers that from loving heart none can steal nights of love, ecstasy that seals desire's great need and from that epic dying of love's loss, she never be freed gasping as morbid thoughts delivered knowledge of Life and Fate as that dawning hour, in her journey she knew she was too late! Beneath ashen skies and life's treasured ships - underneath deep tides, ghosts, remorse, memories, all lost in yesteryear's breath abides. Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020 Narrative (sad romance), ( The Agony Of True Love Lost And Its Truly Unbearable Pains ) Quote: (“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.”) ? Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise ) Note: Epic Loss and Dark are not always wed nor the calamity of dreaded dreads as spinning world churns its wicked abyss deepest of hurts is that true love we miss. (RJL- 1977) Syllables Per Line: 0 15 15 0 12 12 12 15 15 15 0 15 15 0 12 12 12 15 15 15 0 15 15 0 12 12 12 15 15 15 0 15 15 Total # Syllables:363 Total # Words: 248 ****************** (2.) Breaking, Those Invisible Chains Once Holding Me waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains, victim of no worries, no risks, no gains wandering earthbound pondering no sound ghosting through life, as tormented lost soul ripped heart begging, come please fill this hole waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains, victim of no worries, no risks, no gains cascading earthbound evading profound fallen, into spirals of black despair tipped into blackness of its darken lair waiting, until hurt yields its epic pains, victim of no worries, no risks, no gains defending earthbound pretending sane-bound waking to gasps from life's abundant glee breaking, invisible chains holding me waiting, until light destroys dark remains, victor, claiming new joyous treasured gains Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2020 Rhyme, ( Life, Hope And What Was So Fated To Be ) from- "a hard look back into speeding abyss of time"... Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 0 5 5 10 10 0 10 10 0 5 5 10 10 0 10 10 0 5 5 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables:170 Total # Words:::::110