The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul
The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul,
(A sad tale of life lived, in three sonnets united)....
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.
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!
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....
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
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**...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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