Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Confessions of a Poet

Confessions Of A Poet



As the dark hour slays the great setting Sun
earthly fires in the nether regions flame
The poet's heart must see both to have fun
words spit forth earnestly but not a game
Slashing  one's own soul to get the job done

In the midst of the darkest lonely night
poetry burns deeply to release its heat
Poet's heart must feel all to truly write
claws that gash and sharp teeth that eat
Epic battle marching words into the fight

Each verse sings softest melody just to him
as the sky cast down its deepest blues
The poet must see with a mind never dim
searching heaven and hell for any clues
Play with words and toss 'em out on a whim

So says a drunken Muse, the envy of my Soul
she that sulks and cries to beat the band
Pretends winning her heart should be my goal

Robert J. Lindley, 03-09-2015

note--I asked but why, but why end with that closing three verses.
Got back the usual snarky reply, "just shut up and write."!

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Liam Mcdaid March 11, 2015 at 2:23 PM i always robert let my emotions flow from my heart on paper truly excellent piece pal sorry not been around much but i will pop on to visit you time to time my heart is not with writing as much these days as it has a deep tear that has drained me sending you an irish blessing

William Gray March 11, 2015 at 9:57 AM A great write Robert. All the Best my friend!

Vintage Sparrow March 10, 2015 at 2:06 AM Excellent write. You have captured what i assume most poets feel. Your word play is interesting. Robert Lindley March 11, 2015 at 9:44 AM Many thanks my friend...

Njeri Hunjeri March 10, 2015 at 12:34 AM Every poet can relate to this. Every poet is guilty of this. Every poet is a slave to this. My fav line "The poet must see with a mind never dim searching heaven and hell for any clues". #7 Robert Lindley March 11, 2015 at 9:43 AM Many thanks my friend..

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 10, 2015 at 12:17 AM Yes...sometimes we lose control of our own pens within our emotions and observations...the muse takes over...love that note at the end! Hugs, Rhonda Robert Lindley March 10, 2015 at 1:44 PM Thank you my friend. My muse , she be a wicked little tramp..

Arthur Vaso March 9, 2015 at 11:47 PM I confess this is a great poem!!!! Robert Lindley March 10, 2015 at 1:43 PM Thank you. I tried my best to mess it up but my muse wouldn't allow it.