From a Dream, Three Quatrains Gifted

From A Dream, Three Quatrains Gifted The Searching I went forth into the windy forest Through thistles, thorns and falling day Crossing umber meadows and flowing stream Forever seeking that which hath fled away. The Flying I went forth into midnight sleeping From spinning cloud to cloud I fled Far below, slow breeze comforted Fate Whilst I slept alone in my bed. The Denying I went forth into tomorrow's churnings As a child lost in the sorrowing haze The sun there was a ball of distant red And I, falling into its infinite blaze. Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2022 Poetry Note: Ok, note becomes the fourth, but definitely was not intended to be.. Thus, editing it now to give it the proper title.. The Understanding Waking to rise, inking verse to stay afloat O but a few words to the blue-cast skies It was Goliath that the flying stone smote Thus, laying devil low in his flesh-cast disguise… Note: "smote" smite /smit/ Learn to pronounce verb *****past tense: smote***** 1. LITERARY strike with a firm blow.