Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Cool Winds Fiercely Bloweth, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills

Cool Winds Fiercely Bloweth, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills


Under the shade of the tallest red elm out back
soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones
Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack
lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones.
My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins
replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams
Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins
the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes.

In lazy and long imaginary repose,
soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey
Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose
saddest shame that you my friend have nothing to say

Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills
cool winds fiercely bloweth, I feel those deep cold chills.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: bloweth (2), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 120

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Lin Lane April 16, 2016 at 3:37 PM The past cannot be altered, not even by the confessions we make. God hears and forgives. I always find peace in the shade of a tree, but if they could talk to us, what other confessions they could spew. Lovely sonnet, Robert.