No Sunny Rays Daring To Blast This Heart In Me
No Sunny Rays Daring To Blast This Heart In Me
I can not write any good words this saddest day
no rice in the pudding , no pitchfork in the hay.
Morning dawned with its usual bright shining glee
no sunny rays daring to blast this heart in me.
There were bees in the garden, sunshine on the corn
kids playing in the yard, me sad at being born.
No clouds flying, no hard pelting rain to crash down
yet here I sit my forlorn face wearing a frown.
My thoughts wander into happy days in my past
great loves destroyed, treasures not ever meant to last.
There comes the black cloud, dark one in its fated role
another curse eating my tired, unhappy soul.
I can not write any good words this saddest day
no rice in the pudding , no pitchfork in the hay.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 136
NOTE--SONNET 12 ON 12...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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