Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Famished and Bleeding This Old Soul Begs This

Famished And Bleeding This Old Soul Begs This

Woe! Unto days numbered and grief sicken
Love lost saddest of sorrows once stricken
How in dear youth life was merry hours sought
Now in Time's low fading death I am caught!

Alas! Where hides that glory once so bright
Its dancing gleams illuminating night
Waking in Heavenly skies, moons rebirth
From vast galaxies ancient Gods glowing mirth!

I beg me, this moment to write to shine
Another day to true-claim what is mine
This creation to wondrously compose
And declare love of poetry I chose!

Mind's eye sees beyond that well hidden door
From radiant dreams eager soul implores
Touch of soft lips once sworn to be my all
Memories fleeting, I beg deep recall!

This heart crying for more, near its last throes
Against curse of ill winds, darkness now blows
Pan, bring cheering music, and sweetest wine
Allow one more night, her love may I dine!

Famished and bleeding this old soul begs this
Sight of her blue eyes and lingering kiss
Smell of her yellow gold hair, its soft curls
Relief from this darkness death too soon hurls!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-01- 2019
Rhyme, ( From Darken Door, A Poet's Last Vision )

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Caren Krutsinger August 10, 2019 at 7:03 PM You do not have to declare love of poetry, Robert, all of your poems are a testament to that. Nicely done my friend!

Panagiota Romios August 10, 2019 at 6:51 PM A breathtaking poem. I kept thinking back to Whitman's reference to.. Splendour in the Grass. I love that line but not sure what woks of his it comes from. This poem deserves to be a POTD. My recent one was awful in comparison. Love, Panagiota xx

Kim Rodrigues August 10, 2019 at 5:08 PM The smell of her yellow gold hair...for some reason adore the image!

Paul Callus August 5, 2019 at 12:28 PM This is beautiful, Robert. You write with so much feeling that the reader finds himself involved in the emotions that flow throughout the poem. On reaching old age, the past takes on a wider and stronger meaning; no wonder the urge to relive it grips our soul. Best regards, my friend // paul

Geoffrey Brewer August 5, 2019 at 8:22 AM Robert, this is an extraordinary poem for one writing in the 21st century - full redolent of the great 19th century poets. I find beauty, in its structure, wording, imagery and touching sadness. It is worthy of many readings, the which have and will be.

Connie Marcum Wong August 2, 2019 at 10:25 PM Robert, this is stunning! Your feelings laid bare that seeks to return to days of youth where all things seem possible. This lovely poem is written in the style of the famous master poets and it is very moving and beautiful. Blessings, my friend xxoo

Sunlite Wanter August 2, 2019 at 10:23 AM Oh, Robert, so lovely as always.