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What My Day Was Like and Why My Feet Are Sore

What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, down this trail into oblivion. gasping at the light, the beams spinning and from thin air a melody, not the kind you think more of a stomping the gourd and drinking myself under two crowns and my head spins off whistling Dixie and promising to live a hermit in a cave eating stardust and baying at the moon watching stars twinkle and speak in riddles this old soul arguing back and swearing to never ever lie no sin tomorrow but today any damn thing goes to the hell hounds trailing a dragon that seeks the princess never found, but her slippers ruby red she that watches me sleep breaks my alarm and leaves me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as sunset draws near its opens spitting out charms into my willing hands truth sees me and winks saying Rob what shall you do tomorrow I reply, shut up these sandwiches tastes like bugs his reply, yes son that is my super-duper extra special sauce, roasted bugs for breakfast Monday you get worms I grimace and shout, Lord save me my good friends are hideous. Robert J. Lindley Rhyme, Jan. 17TH 1979 Note- Weekend fifth made it until 10 pm Saturday night.

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Sotto Poet

Date: 8/24/2023 3:28:00 PM

Robert, your poem is truly a masterpiece. The way you have written it is absolutely brilliant. It captivates me from the moment I read the opening lines, where you describe the pressure you feel as if heavy lead bricks were tied to your feet, pulling you towards an abyss of nothingness. It is incredibly moving, dear Robert.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/25/2023 3:54:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. Yes, I had some very trying times in my young life. And most of those hard time involved relationships with women. During the hippie era in USA, so many of them turned to the free loving stage and could not be true to the relationship they were in. I on the other hand was was loyal to the relationship and expected the same in return. God bless..

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/24/2023 3:41:00 AM

I was a wild young man. And worked at that time either five 12 hours shifts, or else six 12 hour shifts each week. But I still found the time to write poetry.

Valsa George

Date: 8/23/2023 10:23:00 PM

The pressure of this poem weighs me down with its very opening lines- "I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, down this trail into oblivion." To slip into oblivion is so very painful. One's existence 'like a hermit in a cave' speaks so much ! Very poignant dear Robert !

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/24/2023 3:47:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. I had original written her a two page romantic poem, sent it to her but she refused to read it and burnt it. That was a bad relationship that I should have seen earlier on was not going to work, as she was far too jealous. Thanks for your insightful and very nice comment. God bless you.

Hiya Sharma

Date: 8/23/2023 8:42:00 PM

This definitely is a very deep write reflecting the vulnerability of being pushed in oblivion and never seemingly being able to caressed by the manifestation of a better tomorrow. "I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet" This itself captured my attention! "Eating stardust and baying at the moon" What a breathtaking line! "Watching stars twinkle and speak in riddles".. Such evocative lines.. Brilliantly done!

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/24/2023 3:43:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. My live at that time was a mess. I had a bad breakup with my girlfriend and we tried to get back together but it ended badly again. I finally realized it was her not me. Go d bless you

Eve Roper

Date: 8/23/2023 8:02:00 PM

Promises of I will, but never to see the light of day. They say we become our parents, not this girl, I chose a different route. Enjoyed reading, Robert. Many blessings my friend.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/24/2023 3:35:00 AM

Thank you, my friend. Great that you yourself chose a different path and thus l life. I also did that too. I lived far differently than did my parents. God bless you. certainly li8