Home » Poems » Robert Lindley » What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand Poets Dedication Series

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand Poets Dedication Series

Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series (1.) What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand poets dedication series As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread in my sorrows, love and future dreams soon did drown. Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. Days before she had wrote sweet words to hurry to her aid her perfumed letter, its scent sent me into passion's glow within that waking dream, I knew we both had it made little did I know, her sweet caring letter was just for show. Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. At her place, I was met by two heavily armed men each a dagger and a sword hanging from their belt from their hateful looks, I knew they wanted my skin and in that thought, I now knew how she must have felt. Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. Rushing across the meadow to our favorite oak tree I turn to fight my attackers, thinking her life to save next I saw her racing to us, she racing to be with me she got there, she ordered both men to rush to kill me! Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. Then she cursed me for having left her there alone a dagger she pulled from her long black cloak with pure hate in her eyes, her heart turned to stone she screamed, when you left my heart you broke! Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. The fight ended with both my attackers down and dead filled with joy as neither had even gave me a scratch I never even saw her as she stabbed back of my head I chose her for her fire, thinking O' what a great catch! Alas! What started as bliss has brought death's black hand About to die, I had chosen this place to make my stand. Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2019 Rhyme, ( Tale: With Love Destroyed, Betrayal Too Late Seen ) dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series (2.) Yet Something In The Breeze Tried To Wake Me To See Something about the moon was dark and spine chilling the night was hot and her beauty had me love feeling our tryst was steamy and her passionate favors to die for I knew not, she was a temptress for Hades dark shores! Her singing had set both my heart and my soul afire of being with her, I just knew I would never ever tire yet something in the breeze tried to wake me to see this evil vixen wanted something most precious to me! Waking just before dawn, as light revealed her face I saw truth and it was my soul she wanted to replace then her eyes opened and her sardonic smile came she saying, you are now the prey caught in my game! I rose to run away but her claws dug into my legs her hideous scream came, kind that makes one beg ripping loose, I made my way to the meadow field swearing never again to my dark lusts ever yield! Falling from my bed, I laugh at what a bad dream thinking that nightmare, so very real it had seemed then I looked down and saw blood dripping its red I felt the gash then, knew I was a ghost already dead! Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2019 Rhyme, ( Was it All Truly Just A Dream) Dedicated to Emily Dickinson, poet dedication series

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Robert Lindley

Date: 3/7/2019 7:54:00 AM

I want to thank you one and all. Your reading these famous poets dedication poem series and your replying has caused me to continue this laborious and very hard task. I so truly appreciate your kindness, support and continued reading of this series. God bless...

Carole Duet

Date: 3/4/2019 7:44:00 PM

Honestly, I hardly know what to say, Robert. Your poetry is...astounding and just pure genius. If only I could write even one poem with such impact! Faved of course.

Brandy Nicole

Date: 3/4/2019 7:10:00 PM

In darkness, there is an invitation to proceed. I am not sure why. Perhaps, it is because it's mysterious. Your thoughts hold many moments, emotions indeed. So beautifully written and presented my friend. ~ Brandy

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/3/2019 3:27:00 PM

Dark and profound tinged with mystery is this remarkable dedication to Emily. Chilling to the bone. Excellent Robert! : ) xxoo

Vladislav Raven

Date: 3/3/2019 1:33:00 PM

Hi Robert, you still manage to hold me spellbound in your series of poet tribute poems. Once again your poetic grace takes poetry to a new level. Such vivid imagery and such wonderful words to behold. You write darkness with such creative skill Robert. A little of Poe must dwell in your soul. As always, you do bring to life all that you put upon the page. The images shall stay with me a while, I am sure. Brave! A Fave. have a wonderful Sunday. Your friend always....Mike.

Rob Carmack

Date: 2/25/2019 2:21:00 PM

I liked the second one the best, especially the last stanza. The second poem reminded me of Proverbs Chapter 7.

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:54:00 PM

Rob my dear friend, thank you for reading and commenting on these tribute poems. Now I must refresh myself on Proverbs Chapter Seven... You know, I rewrote that last stanza 5 times before deciding the use the version you see. None of these tribute poems were easy, quick or just slammed out. Doing each poem was almost like writing ten poems.....

M. L. Kiser

Date: 2/25/2019 8:43:00 AM

You begin the first with this wonderful imagery: "As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down". I can just see that scene. It's frightening how fast bliss can turn into something deadly. That second is eerily dark; has a powerful effect. Beautifully done.

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:50:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend. I debated on using crows or ravens in presenting that starting imagery- I first used ravens but thought that is just too much like Poe. So I revised it and decided crows was a much better fit. I hope that was the correct choice.

Elaine George

Date: 2/23/2019 5:11:00 AM

I think you were visited by Emily herself when you wrote this, dear Robert. sincerely, Elaine George

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:47:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend. Your comment finds great favor with me. I read so many of her fantastically superb poems before writing each tribute poem.

Besma Riabi Dziri

Date: 2/23/2019 3:09:00 AM

You have rendered the spirit of Emily Dickinson's poetry with a beauty in your rich expressive words and powerful imagery. the dark intertwined with light.. dream with the real.. dead with the living.. evil with love. her spirit with your wealthy aura, Robert! Two souls of a kind, linked with a devotion to the love of words, different journeys with refined similarities that shaped their inner beauties.. I salute, once again, your generous work! An immense pleasure to read elevated poetry. A FAV

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:45:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend. I am so glad to finally have time to respond to replies given on these poems. Your analysis is dead on the mark, Emily's poetry reveals a realism of the sorrows met in her life, death visiting so frequently among her family and friends. Thanks for the fav..

Paul Callus

Date: 2/22/2019 2:50:00 PM

Well done, Robert; both poems deliver what you had in mind...dark, chilly and sinister writings associated with love as perceived from a slanted view where death prevails. Emily Dickinson has well inspired you, my friend. Regards // paul

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:42:00 PM

Paul my great friend. So true so many of Emily's poems dealt with death and the realism of this dark and too oft unforgiving world.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 2/22/2019 9:41:00 AM

Lovely done my friend. xomo

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:41:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend, your kind words humble me..

Tom Cunningham

Date: 2/22/2019 7:54:00 AM

Two brilliantly written sonnets Robert, how often do you wake and think that a dream you had seemed real or worse be aware that your actually dead . Tom.

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:41:00 PM

Tom my great friend, thank you. Answer fairly often with me- I then turn such dark-dreaming into poems. I guess maybe just a bit Of Edgar Allan Poe lurks in me....

Lawrence Sharp

Date: 2/22/2019 7:46:00 AM

Macabre, sinister, very bleak indeed. Well done, my friend, as always.

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/25/2019 3:39:00 PM

Thank you my dear friend. That was my goal to represent the darkness that was a part of so many of her poems. In that the shadow of dark was evident in so many verses. I think perhaps even unconsciously so to her when composing.