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Dawn Burst Forth, Earth Was Drinking Its New Rain

Dawn Burst Forth, Earth Was Drinking Its New Rain


Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain
Had I been asleep-in dreams far afield
In soft slumber, void of my usual pain
Or merely hiding behind my sword and shield

Sun cast its plentiful, dazzling new rays
Down on longings of a miserable man
In this dark, dark cold-world everybody pays
O' to escape again, if only I can

Evening shadows now wrap my soul in stone
Even as black darkness races to invade
Shielding me from hard hits and broken bone
And all righteous punishment I have made

Midnight's hours battled, promising to save
An unworthy soul from an early grave

R. J. Lindley,
Jan. 20th 1979


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 11 11 11 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 146
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 104 

NOTE- Poem is presented as it was written decades ago, syllable count be damned.
I will no longer make edits on my original works written decades ago just to meet such an overbearing and restrictive ban upon true poetic flow and a poet's heart..
Henceforth any of my old poems will be presented here , as I, in my youth cast them onto paper! The world be damned!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 9/21/2016 12:55:00 AM
Robert, you have always said that you are not a stickler for form, but you are true to the spirit of the Sonnet, which is the important thing. Often content is paramount and must take precedent. Poetry is fluid- it has to be, or it stagnates and constricts. A fine write, and may you rise victorious in your struggles. Regards, Viv
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Date: 9/19/2016 1:56:00 PM
Form is for the pedantic. Certainly, there are times, when rising to the challenge of using a form is, itself the creative process, but my personal attitude is that when the form becomes a distraction, and it begins to unnecessarily constrain my creative process, it is far better to set aside the form then to set aside the message I was trying to convey. I agree with Victor, no explanation necessary. You're a poet, and poets are, if nothing else, flexible. =) -G
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Date: 9/19/2016 11:30:00 AM
love to see you after a long time,this is so powerful as a piece and rock-solid is its structure.Don't worry for edits you are already perfect Sir Robert.
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