Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This dragging night, red dust enters my veins,
coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow.
Life is a dark picture, complete with stains
broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows.
No tears, for what good does salt water do
when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps.
Yes Fate, you say my time is not yet through
soon, how I will see you playing for keeps.

R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
November 19th,1972

Note- At age 18, I only thought I had endured a great and unbearable loss.
Fate was to show me many such, much worse to come, as the decades came to pass. Deaths of baby brother, my infant son, my infant daughter, mother, many friends.

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Anna Hopper July 17, 2017 at 2:29 PM This is beautiful! I am so sorry for your many losses. It is extremely sad to hear, but such a beautiful way to express your broken heart! God bless!

Joanna Daniel July 3, 2017 at 11:31 PM Oh, Robert, this is really sad! Especially that line about Mass-jellied heaps:( touched my heart! Sorry for your loss, dear friend! Robert Lindley July 4, 2017 at 9:12 AM Thank you my friend. I know I am not alone in bearing such loss and others have lost even more in their long lives, but as my loss started at age 15 and came so often it made a deep and dark impact upon my soul. Thankfully, I overcame that dark path and enter the light.