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Seeking Honor And Rectitude In This Dark World

Seeking Honor And Rectitude In This Dark World

When pen was, a mighty razor-sharp blade
pulled from scabbard, made from bright-red blood
legion were deep cuts, its slashes once made
to separate true Life, from Earthen crude.

If these veins could again birth sweeter ink
no longer stain virgin paper with dread
soul renew, not further into dark sink
in caverns reserved for walking dead!

No longer can sorrows drive praying heart
nor grasp fortitude to seek hope's dreams
Life held, when poetry played its part
winning battles over mere mortal schemes.

Alas! Pen now finds its ink hard frozen
Death of poet's spirit Fate has chosen!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2019
Sonnet,( Aliud loqui verum, seu silere )

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Date: 8/16/2019 4:21:00 PM
Oh, yeah, the poet, you know where poetry comes from; you know the real chemical composition of the inks which flow in your veins. I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or good for you. Anyway, I love the taste of your ink. I'm happy to read you.
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Date: 8/16/2019 5:55:00 PM
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Date: 8/15/2019 10:10:00 AM
Robert, I like the poem and the Latin parable at the end of this Sonnet. Have I missed this on the past? Left to wonder. Age si quid agis. -Richard
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