Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

In This Olden Soul, a Fast Dancing Horse

In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.

With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.

Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018

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Susan Ashley March 10, 2018 at 10:21 AM Robert, your deep and mournful sonnet is expressed with awesome artistic use of sad and ruing metaphors in beautifully poetic and captivating lines of smoothly flowing imagery and rhymes. So strong, ingenious and vibrant.. just superb! A fave! Warmest wishes my dear friend.. ~Susan

Vladislav Raven March 5, 2018 at 11:12 AM Hi Robert, back to read your excellent Sonnets. There is always so much within each one. This is exceptional as i always find your Sonnets to be. Your words always paint such awesome imagery in the mind, songs ever holding deep meaning. I am glad to be back my friend. This one goes into my faves. Have a wonderful Monday. Your friend always....Mike.

Phyllis Babcock March 5, 2018 at 10:19 AM A awesome write Robert. love phyl

Carole Duet March 4, 2018 at 12:29 PM Such a sorrowful poem, Robert, but the metaphors are so perfect that one cannot but read on...and on. Sending you warm hugs, my friend.

Silent One March 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM Great use of metaphor Robert... what is a premature death? I think our fate has already been decided... great rhymes and flow to your sonnet..

Arturo Michael March 4, 2018 at 7:06 AM Very artistic Robert...