Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

The Deadest Hope In the World

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many fellow jealous men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

A sonnet, simply because I have not written one in a while..

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Gary Bateman June 9, 2015 at 5:21 AM Robert!! A most excellent sonnet here indeed. A "7" + FAV from me. Since I will be "64" this October, I believe I can begin to identify with the meaning of the second verse in the first stanza!! I enjoy this sonnet immensely!! Best Always, Gary

Arthur Vaso June 1, 2015 at 9:20 PM Robert, do I have to say, what a pleasure it is reading this poem as I enjoy all of them I have read! You put the reader in your shoes, and feel every line!!! ( now dont laugh, but I have to type the captcha "BED" now LOL !!!!!

Vera Duggan May 31, 2015 at 7:18 PM I do love this one Robert, sounds like me 50 years ago, you should write more sonnets they are very good and easy to read, take care my friend...Vera........ Robert Lindley June 1, 2015 at 7:38 AM Glad you liked it my friend. I plan on writing more sonnets as they are my favorite poetry form to us. I took a short break from writing sonnets and have just returned to write in that method again. This sonnet did not worry about perfection or syllable count , etc. It concentrated on the message.

Skat A May 31, 2015 at 8:59 AM A great sonnet... Robert, the more I read the deeper the thought. I'm a bit confused. So not asking why, is the deadest of all hope. still I enjoyed Robert Lindley May 31, 2015 at 9:19 AM A hope that has no possibility "of ever being a reality" is a dead one. One can not hope the impossible. Its impossible for any old person to return to the innocence of youth and the future prospects that entails. Many hope for a renewed reality of their youth once they are old. That hope is dead, there is no going back. There is more to it but my writing an essay on it here is not feasible/ practical. I--"HOPE" this bit helps answer your question--Thanks for commenting my friend.