Robert Lindley Poet Prose

Reflections Laugh At Our Blindness

Reflections Laugh At Our Blindness

She cool love's great fever
In with shades of true hope

What slides with whisperings
From the quiet edge of dreams

Therein she seeks to know
Secrets life has yet to reveal

Truth deeper that beauty's shine
Or sexy maiden's perfections

That which holds wanton desires
Or mysteries told around campfires

In her heart rests more love
But to whom, nobody knows

In Mother Nature's smooth pools.
Reflections laugh at our blindness.

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Lady Labyrinth July 7, 2023 at 1:44 PM I love this one. Particularly the last two lines. What her eyes could not speak her reflections smile with faith and humour. Robert Lindley July 9, 2023 at 9:27 AM Thank you, my dear friend. A bit of prose composed as my mind was in that kind of mood. God bless.

Andrea Dietrich July 3, 2023 at 4:32 PM That title line is brilliant . And I liked seeing it appear at the end of the poem Robert Lindley July 4, 2023 at 5:40 AM Thank you, my friend. That was my first verse of the poem when I started writing but I decided it was to be my ending verse as it has more power when placed at the end. God bless.

Robert Lindley July 3, 2023 at 1:58 PM From January 6TH 1970, came this my first prose. I was only 16 but I did a lot that year. All gone now about 70/80 of them. Robert Lindley July 4, 2023 at 11:53 AM Well I got over the loss and wrote more. But those poems were special to me and yes it did hurt. God bless. Andrea Dietrich July 3, 2023 at 4:33 PM gosh, sorry you lost so many poems. Robert Lindley July 3, 2023 at 1:59 PM