Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

In Presenting the Faintest of Echoes of Me

In Presenting The Faintest Of Echoes Of Me

Sleep beneath towering white cliffs of life sublime
waiting with bated breath for each rewarding dawn
is it not so, that happiness yields not to time
or that truth can never be defeated by brawn

Does not mystery hide within such silent trails
as delicious life and great surprise lay in wait
for is not Love's gifts what sweet discovery spells
and true rejoicing certain at paradise gates

Wake unto swirling echoes from soft blowing breeze
rise to greet welcoming day as if a great friend
let opportunity cajole, and pleasures tease
for life holds many gifts, that which future portends

In presenting the faintest of echoes of me
I am a mirage, rock, fallen flower- a tree.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Ghosts Of Shadows That Eclipse Time )

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Mark Koplin March 1, 2020 at 9:39 AM I think your poem is beautiful! Great job! A sure win for the contest. Robert Lindley March 1, 2020 at 1:35 PM Thanks, but this is not for any contest. It simply came to be because I now see better some things and that sight gives me pause to ponder both my life and my writings....

Silent One March 1, 2020 at 9:16 AM I think as we age we will feel this way, even worse when illness dictates it... Your sonnet is excellent in form and deep personal content . Robert Lindley March 1, 2020 at 1:33 PM Thanks, yes age is part of it. Loss and a new awakening to deeper reality that life is but a blink of the eye.