Born To Bleed Onto Eager Page, What Fate Has This Life Decreed

Born To Bleed Onto Eager Page, What Fate Has This Life Decreed Born bloodied poet, writing of Life, Love, Truth and Hurting pain, when words come by bits and drabs, instead of by spurting Nights of heaven watching, earth's canopy of sweeping skies days with ink and pen toiling, oft 'til soul lets out its cries! Born to harvest delicious fruits, from bountiful verse trees inking in realms, devoid of life's worries and ghastly fees Weighing words for balance and rhymes by their resplendent scores Homer, Keats, Poe and others calling from paradise shores! Born to bleed on eager page, what Fate has this life decreed living while from open veins write, as a true poet bleeds Cherished, this that oft in sorrow is thought to be a curse pleading poetry's return, as its absence pains far worse! Born bloodied poet, writing of Life, Love, Truth and Hurting pain, when words come by bits and drabs, instead of by spurting Nights of heaven watching, earth's canopy of sweeping skies days with ink and pen toiling, oft 'til soul lets out its cries! Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2020 Rhyme, ( Writing Where This Poetic Heart Leads ) Syllables Per Line:14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 Total # Syllables::224 Total # Words::::::170