Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

In a Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017

Syllables Per Line: 
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225

Note-  I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......

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Ann Peck February 25, 2022 at 11:37 AM I've just found your poetry, Robert. This poem is terribly sad, but shines a ray of sun at the end. It is very hard to lose a loved one; your poem defines every loss.

Jon Gutmacher May 31, 2020 at 10:29 PM The poem holds its own rhythm drawing in the reader with each line, never ending until the very end. Like an Irish Solace, it clings to you in every word. Robert Lindley June 1, 2020 at 10:35 AM Thank you my friend. Such a loss , death of our mother hit me so very hard. I at first resisted pouring out in ink my sorrows, my depression but later found that was the key to start the healing process-tho' it will most certainly be a very long one. God bless , and thanks..

L. J. Carber September 26, 2017 at 11:10 AM This is almost too sad, too wrought with pain to read-- which is a testament to its power as great poetry. For what it's worth, I have known since almost drowning 46 years ago that we are in (the ultimate) reality, immortal beings. Where each life goes I cannot say, but my NDE and subsequent events taught me that my youthful agnostic nihilism is the true illusion, and the universe and all beings in it are forever in God's hands. And I sense somehow that joy is eternal while grief is transient. Robert Lindley September 27, 2017 at 8:55 PM My younger brother almost drowned back in 77. A friend saw, jumped off the bridge and saved him. We are destined to be much more than what we are on this earthly plane. We make the choice..

Robert Lindley March 16, 2017 at 7:51 PM I want to again, thank all you wonderful poets that I have learned from, befriended and so greatly enjoyed reading. The comments presented here overwhelmed me , while in a deep state of grief- they brightened my day. You all have my sincere thanks..

Maria Williams March 8, 2017 at 4:15 AM What a wonderful poem, and great to see it top of the list of new poems, Congratulations Robert Lindley March 29, 2017 at 1:18 PM Thank you my friend. Quite a rewarding thrill to find such appreciation.

Robert Lindley March 6, 2017 at 9:25 AM I am honored, humbled, and truly overwhelmed by the response and many, many kind comments given this poem and myself. The many great poets here constantly show their tender hearts and concern for others .. I was in such a sad state when composing and in great doubt as to, if this poem measured up. These wonderful comments have banished all of that fear. Thanks one and all..

Richard Lamoureux March 6, 2017 at 8:03 AM Congrats on your number one placement Robert. Well done.

Connie Marcum Wong March 6, 2017 at 12:24 AM Robert, it is so nice to see your poem celebrated at the top of the list of Best new poems. Congratulations! You have written an amazing prayer and delivered it with your talented pen! Beautiful! I hope you are well my friend. Hugs, Connie

James Horn March 3, 2017 at 9:40 AM Have to add another Horn. Stress and revenge and how to release it seem to the answers. I am mortified every time I start watching the TV set and see all of the disillusioned people responding to disillusioned questions with no exact, precise answers. Generalities and no NO's or YES's are ever heard. Oh, well!! Jim Horn

Tania Horne March 2, 2017 at 12:26 PM hey cool! I was writing one with 12 syllables as well. This has a lot of work and thought in it, I am going to come back to it when I have a space of time to take it in thoughtfully.

Sunshine White February 27, 2017 at 3:11 PM Bless you and thinking of you.

Ironic Zink February 19, 2017 at 3:29 PM Great achievement Robert! Excellent poem!

Ironic Zink February 19, 2017 at 3:29 PM Great achievement Robert! Excellent poem!

John Hamilton February 18, 2017 at 3:13 PM Wonderful writing Robert, worthy of all of the accolades. My deepest sympathy for your loss, a loss of a mother, must be the worst feeling a man could have, can't even bear to think about it. May you be comforted in God's love, peace be with you.

Lynn Marie February 17, 2017 at 10:26 PM Superb writing beautifully expressed. I feel such open vulnerability in your words and the 'storm' references really heighten the emotional toil. Their is great strength in your words I find deeply moving. Your note at the end filled my eyes as I could feel your weariness yet wished I could speak to you to tell you how beautiful your poem is...exactly as it is... :-) Your spirit and courage shine in your piece, and it is a pleasure and honour to read:-) blessings, lynn

Darren White February 14, 2017 at 12:03 PM It is simply beautiful, and I have no words to describe how it makes me feel.... Speechless yes.. So well crafted, so emotional.

Bernardo F. Asuncion February 14, 2017 at 12:50 AM Superb poem.... congrats on being chosen for the week....

John Fleming February 13, 2017 at 8:55 AM Very impressive, Robert - Great lines throughout! It is a strange anomaly that we write best when inspired by great euphoria...Or great tragedy. A fine piece of verse my friend! My very best regards as always, Robert. :) john P.s An obvious seven.

James Horn February 12, 2017 at 12:59 PM sup splattered and will be perfect. Jim

Jeanie Bennett February 12, 2017 at 12:30 PM Sweet and sublime--JEANIE--

Heidi Sands February 12, 2017 at 7:58 AM This poem is outstanding. Very well done, Robert. Straight from the soul and perfect.

Phil Capitano February 12, 2017 at 4:49 AM If your after notes are apologetic then da Vinci should apologize for the Mona Lisa, this is a masterpiece and should not be changed. A 7 for sure.

Constance La France February 11, 2017 at 8:24 PM Robert your poem is so moving and beautifully penned, well done ~

Doug Vinson February 11, 2017 at 7:07 PM Robert, my friend, I wish I could give you a big hug. There is a nobility in your writing, and it seems - a Dickensian tempest within you. It's biologically inevitable that we come upon the questions of life against death, whatever we may do with them. There certainly is no criticism here; you are doing. Doing what you have to do, or other, or in-between; better by far than not doing at all. Time is your companion, with all they say it may accomplish. Love you, man. Doug

Casarah Nance February 10, 2017 at 7:58 AM I think this is so mournfully beautiful, your flow is spot on, there is nothing I would change. I feel a piece of your soul here, it is not just words but life and it seeps in every syllable, a 7 and fave, and many hugs and warm wishes my friend. x

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