stubble in voider
I was always through prospect
renewing again
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
What words create the environment
For togetherness
That trusted expression of love
We together
Us forever
In such a complicated trust
We as one
We've just begun
And love is the
Keepsake
In God we trust
And it's all about us
In love
For our ownsake
6/9/23
I walk to clear my troubled mind,
To drown the sound of ticking clocks
That beat with worry in my ear.
A running river won't rewind,
And time bestows a gift that mocks,
We can't relive the past we wear.
But in the current’s rage, I find,
As rushing waves wash over rocks
Who stand their ground as they're stripped clear.
I'll send what can't be left behind,
When cleansing water strips and knocks
Into the river, all my fear.
And with their run, I'll soon be free
For both shall die when met by sea.
Trilonnet Poetry Contest
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Image #2
new life aborning
promise rainbow of colors ~~
anticipation
written March 31, 2022
for "Nature in Spring Themed Haiku" poetry contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
4 Dec 2021 5:30 PM
Hard stone and cement sidewalk flowing down hill
Warmed by the sun and laced with daffodills
Spring wind clearing the snow from my mind
Birds, bugs and squirrels all talking at one time
Fresh green leaves waveing hello
Butterflies drinking nector from the fragrant yellow
What a warm sweet memory from the days of my youth
On this cold winter evening whispering this truth
Through short years lived as time gets harder
My heart is renewed through thoughtful wander
Thank you Father for this sweet moment past
That as I grow older in my mind still last
To remind me not of what was, to make me longingly sad
But to lift my spirit because what was will once again be had
I carried the weight of the world upon my shoulders.
Heavy did it press me down like boulders.
I paused with love and weary sat awhile
to rest with her and share a friendly smile.
I watched the weight I carried slow dissolve
into a growing strength from love’s resolve.
I rose to move upon my way more free,
surprised to feel the weight removed from me.
For Lo, the world remained the same, not having changed one bit,
without the added weight I bore from other people’s [stuff]
Listen to the tap…tap…tapping; the music of falling rain.
Sky rinses out it’s watering cans; It’s sprinklers are the clouds.
Gaia’s children are thirsty; roots stretch and heartily drink.
Gardeners collect water for the drier days; the children drink.
Rain barrels freshly filled; gardens will flourish; grateful for the rain.
When it’s all over; plant bellies full; time to move on, to the clouds.
All life needs water to replenish itself; happy to oblige, are clouds.
Nothing survives without such refreshment; life needs a drink.
When heavens display a temper; be glad that there’s rain.
Celebrate the rain, when the clouds of life roll in; your spirit needs a drink.
Renewing my driver's license, got by again
At my advanced years, haven'd killed or maimed
Cept for old ladies and cats
But aside from that fact
Obey most rules and at times stay in my lane
Everything was said & done
in the accuracy of her ways,
whether "right" or "wrong"
only herself she could betray.
She believed what she wanted &
it didn't matter if anyone else cared,
in her own ways she followed, entangled,
obliviously ensnared.
No one liked her, she thought everyone else
was to blame.
But everyone else was lost in their own truths
as well - they all, of each other, thought the same.
Everyone was right & everyone was wrong -
it was...repetition, like, replaying the same old, inundating song.
Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays
Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Two broken feet, treading on molded rot
Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse
More the worst for darker world to abuse!
Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones
Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones
Take rare days, to thy colder heart amuse
Let not Fate's handmaidens force thee to choose!
Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Than skin and teeth, sad memories to trot
Best thee, look for better weapons to use
When life seeks only early death to use!
Yet walk thee, into dawn's sweet renewing rays
Faith in saving face of Hope, always pays!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112
Note: Struggled today to not write, but my muse cut for blood, until the pain demanded an answer.
Tis not as bad as it may sound, as healing forces me to walk away from the new darkness that my weaker soul seeks to accustom itself...
Thus the birth of this dark and somber sonnet....
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