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The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul

The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul, (A sad tale of life lived, in three sonnets united).... I. Alas! Can man ever conquer such doom and gloom walk in the light, a true path forswearing to take does our wicked world ever give us that much room allowing life's true dignity for goodness sake? Did not the mighty Greeks beseech their Gods in vain while living in a vile and epic blinded state seeking to remove worldly ills and thus maintain shallow paradise, as only fools can relate? Lo! This lie our sad and dark world dares repeat parading its tempting sins as gifted treasures setting traps, laying golden palaces at our feet giving us falsified glory beyond measure. Of this, we eat dessert with its poison hidden. Blinded by desires, lusts, wickedness forbidden. II. Another bite of courage perhaps 'tis my last would it suffice, only time's truth will ever tell darkness swirled, its heartaches returning from my past in that suffocation was born another hell. Could life and fantastic hope this curse serve to break would any amount of valor serve to dismiss when all of my honor it has forsworn to take as scurrilous hands crush love's magnificent bliss? Another bite, a heaping helping of regret what little remained of bravado and elan gamble on love, upon life, you take what you get you pay the Pied Piper, learn to live with the pain. What serves man greater than serenity's sweet peace? Certainly not the red-blood of war's dark release! III. In yet another realm, the old poet rejoiced his pen its resounding victories did so ink those dear certitudes of romantic gems he voiced as in gasping compilations of wit, he sinks. In dawn-glory and day's promise, he often dwelt making corrections of accursed nightmares born baring heart and soul, deep heartbreaking pains he felt admitting his past follies that his life has torn. With ink and paper bright new castles he erects not as fantasy he believes but as hope's touch set up as an eternal quest to self-reflect pray its aggrandizements to be not too much! Pity that past hopes and dreams we can not remake And as well fulfill those vows we too oft forsake! Robert J. Lindley, original July 2014, edit 2017, 10-16-2020.... Note (1.): Each of the 3 sonnets is exactly per sonnet Syllables per line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total number of syllables:168 Total number of words:116 Total syllables= 504 Total words= 348 Note (2.) This very revealing piece was written originally as a private poem intended for my children to read after my mortal passing. It was left as a fragment until I started to compose the third sonnet yesterday and was able to finish it today. Present it today. **We are oft no more than blink of the eye our time a mere wisp, of mark set to die yet we may think better if we but try and live to reach well beyond earth and sky**...

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Date: 10/16/2020 7:56:00 PM
you always write with such class. That last stanza on the bottom - it is really cool!!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 10/17/2020 8:34:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Yes, writing about ones past and the insight gained is both a hazard and a joy. To do so with truth and honesty is the only course a poet can take. Even the good and the bad of it is great fodder for poetry.. God bless..