To my all of my many friends and fellow poets:
Finally my wife is home from the hospital. Awaiting further medical treatment and a future bone marrow transplant. I want to thank all that have given their prayers and best wished on her recovery and my recent troubles for that great kindness and act of giving! This ordeal has been a grievous process to endure and those prayers and many well wishes such a wonderful gift! I am indeed blessed by having such kind friends and my gratitude can not be properly expressed in words. May God bless you , one and all.
This my first writings after my abscence, is indeed a treasured gift to be able to return to inking poetry and my deepest thoughts to share....
I believe such would never again occur but for the kindness of my many friends here. God bless.... I may be quite slow to get back into the race but bear with me.. The first step is this blog and hopefully the rest shall come as time begins to heal this old, tired soul...
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'O That Morn's Reprieve Would But Stay, Ever The Live Long Day
As night devours its diminishing, stonewalling deep black-veils
And dawn whilst cascading forth vanquishes previous haze
Golden rays emerge to set roses to gift sweet, sweet smells
With presents from Nature's true beauty to counter world's craze
'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.
With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.
If such rewarded treasure were to be man's constant gift
With such deep bounty that such love could never ones soul leave
Gone would be life's many vagaries and world's wicked shifts
And those heaping sorrows that come to set souls to so grieve.
'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.
With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.
Thus plead I, soul in abject darkness that grieves each deep blow
With pierced and aching heart invaded by devouring pains
Beg dearest relief that seeds happiness to again grow
And from this dark void, emerge as whole from these sad remains!
'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.
With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.
'O that Prayer and Love would this evil abyss destroy.
Reunited, my darling and I dance with sweetest joy.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2021
Romanticism
( Born from the cherished promises that Hope gifts )
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'Neath Magic Waters Was Where Heart Belongs
From hazy image of the tallow light,
lapping waters cast forth a welcome glow
she would come, her moonlit song cried it so
to cast away dark world's hideous blight.
Through beastly wilderness I trekked far,
to this enchanted lake barely alive
into these murky depths this soul must dive
whilst having no fear of crossing the bar.
The promise, joyous treasured release
to be found in that realm far, far below
away from torment of deep falling blows
into world wherein evil horrors cease.
As her sweet siren song came to its end
Love's urgent pull become so very strong
'neath magic waters was where heart belongs
resting forever with my faithful friend.
With my one last look at heaven above
down, down to the gleaming bottom I sank
for this gift all the while giving my thanks
I departed this realm seeking true love.
From hazy image of the tallow light,
lapping waters cast forth a welcome glow
she would come, her moonlit song cried it so
to cast away dark world's hideous blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-03-2021
Rhyme
Note:
For three days now my darling wife has been home, out of that dreary hospital.
I have again found the power to wield my poetic and hopeful pen.
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When Heart Beats To Make Its Mark
When there was pitch black dark
a solitary light spoke,
"poetry is alive in me!"
When there was grief, deep and stark
a single cry bellowed,
"poetry rests in my heart!"
Where sky meets streaming skylark
a yearning plea asked,
"can poetry survive?"
When heart beats to make its mark
a soul begged its release,
" will poetry sing in tune?"
Where great poetry lights the park
a heavenly voice boomed,
"poetry will set you free!"
Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2021