Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Note One:
I would like to thank my friend, Lawrence Sharp
and his poem titled, "Of Myth And More Or Less"
for its seeding my brief ryhming comment made
to and about that fine poem. To which the idea
and continued inspiration later gave birth to
this new creation and my great pleasure in setting
the composing task to meet a hard criteria while
staying as much possible within the concept that
his poem revealed to me...
Note Two:
This poem was composed with these set restrictions
Three stanzas, each stanza eight verses, each
stanza exactly 60 words, each a total of 80 syllables.
Each stanza to be able to be a stand alone dark poem,
were that a choice made. In this case it was not.
This goal, this puzzle was met and a true joy it was
to complete the task.
Each stanza
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:80
Total # Words:60
Total
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:240
Total # Words:180
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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else sadden look at folly within me
Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!
Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
Mortal wondering, malevolent things
Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!
That which set me in a revolving maze
Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
To search those nightmares we should never tell.
LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
and life's many paths taken )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020