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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

Date: 3/1/2020 9:39:00 AM

I think your poem is beautiful! Great job! A sure win for the contest.

Robert Lindley
Date: 3/1/2020 1:35:00 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

Date: 3/1/2020 9:16:00 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
Date: 3/1/2020 1:33:00 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.