Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Her Heart a Flower, Wondrous Its Plumes

Her Heart A Flower, Wondrous Its Plumes

Her heart a flower, wondrous its plumes
my lust an ancient fire.
Her sweet voice, relief from many dooms,
for such love, I did conspire.

Through long summer and sky's heated reign
my ardor burned all the more.
So much so, my honor I did stain
walking through that darkest door.

Treasure came, O' at what evil cost
shame of desires, heart so fears.
I found bitter price of all I lost
her early death, streams my tears.

Her heart a flower, wondrous its plumes
my lust an ancient fire.
Her sweet voice, relief from many dooms,
for such love, I did conspire.

R.J. Lindley,
July 19th, 1979

Syllables Per Line: 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7 0 9 7 9 7
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 103

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Susan Ashley September 9, 2017 at 7:55 PM A passionate, sad and desirous write. Beautifully expressed Robert, with wonderful heart-felt emotion and imagery. Tender and touching :)

Joanna Daniel July 3, 2017 at 8:31 AM Sadness drips from your petals placed in this poem, Robert:) so touching and beautiful:)

Paul Callus July 2, 2017 at 12:55 PM Beautiful, Robert. Love won and lost too early is sad and touches the reader's heart. But it's in sadness that words become extra emotional and poetic. ~ Best regards // paul

Daniel Turner June 30, 2017 at 8:30 PM I find it rather sad, Robert. An early death is terrible! Very well written as always:)

Chris Green June 30, 2017 at 2:35 PM Beautifully written Robert. This felt soft and soothing and filled with desire.