Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

I Write As of Old, On Paper In Ink

I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink


After reading poems, I get started
I write as of old, on paper in ink.
Hours pass, before pen and I are parted
olden ways used, give greater depths to think!

After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks
on things that just may give, some sweet relief.
Wheel sooner gets its oil, louder it squeaks
scribe true and often, is my firm belief.

After writing poems, soul finds comfort
in strangest way, very hard to describe.
Tis sweet pleasure, giving my best effort
gift is in your reading, no need to bribe!

New poems read, both happy and some sad
caused this poem, be it good or it bad.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-19-2017
Sonnet

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

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White Wolf January 20, 2017 at 4:17 AM Well, I thought this was simply great, Robert! An excellent sonnet in describing the 'WAY'! It's Rick here, by the way, I changed my name! I love your work bro! PS Do not delete!

Charlie Smith January 19, 2017 at 11:05 AM On more than one occasion I have submitted poems, gone back and re-read and immediately deleted them, scratching my head trying to figure out what I just said. Where do some of these thoughts come from, me queries... Robert Lindley January 19, 2017 at 5:40 PM Really?? I thought this good enough not to delete..

Chris Green January 19, 2017 at 10:04 AM You have expressed the art and the feelings when writing and completing a poem you are really proud of. Nicely done Robert Robert Lindley January 19, 2017 at 5:38 PM Thank you my friend. Dad always said, my son, take pride in your work!