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It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes

It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes

It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes
Up there overhead with silent anger
What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast
On a morn with dazzling trapezoid skies
This heart could not bear to see its long paws
and that deathly stare that penetrated me
O' lord save me now, please come to my aid
I wept bitterly, slashed with those claws
My mind again said to me, be thee stout
Step back, grab your sharpened sword and cut
You can do it, kill this fierce, horrid beast
And as I swung, I said "die, with a shout"!

That sword plunged in fast and hilt deep.
Damn it, alarm clock rang, I woke from sleep.

Robert J, Lindley - Dark sonnet
Dec 6th, 1973

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 8/19/2023 5:04:00 PM

Soooo dramatic and emotive, Robert. It stilled my heart. Alas, twas but a dream, but I understudy you wanted to off the horrid headstone. I read your reply to Sotto. Glad you ended a painful relatiohio!.. I wish I had dramatic dreams. Going into my faves. Have a great day…Panagiota

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/20/2023 5:50:00 AM

Thank you, my very good friend. Yes, that was about my first wife and what hell she put me through with her drugging , drinking and cheating. Worst thing ever for me at that age and I did so truly love her/ God bless.

Sotto Poet

Date: 8/19/2023 6:57:00 AM

Your creation of an exceptional poem has the ability to deeply resonate with every individual. It is truly remarkable dear Robert. The vivid depiction of trapezoid skies and the profound emotions of panic and courage evoked in your work are truly captivating.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/19/2023 7:31:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. I wrote this one in December of 1973, I was 19 years old and writing about 5/ or 6 poems a week. I had good money but I was in a bad relationship with a beautiful lady that was 23 years old and she did drugs. Later I married her and that marriage ended badly 3 years later. This poem was from a dream I had. God bless you.