Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 114

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Edlynn Nau May 10, 2016 at 9:20 PM Ah dear sweet regret! Captured beautifully here! How we beat ourselves up for the things we cannot undo and long again to repeat what we loved. You caught it! Perfect Sonnet (of course) A7

Tom Quigley May 3, 2016 at 9:26 PM Great write! Grist for the poetic mill, those times.

Lin Lane May 3, 2016 at 7:16 PM We've all done things that we regret, Robert. Letting go of them is not easy, but it's the only way to live in the present, and I think you're doing a great job of it with your lady and your poetry.

Walter T. Ashe May 3, 2016 at 3:47 PM Though the time has passed, the memory of "her pretty face" will last forever! In dark times a beaming light! Nice!!

Anne-Lise Andresen May 3, 2016 at 8:52 AM .... we can not do it over, time has flown ..... a bittersweet, but beautiful poem Robert - hugs // Anne-Lise :)