Sonnets: Some think the Greatest Poetry Form

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

A Few Words Sent Admiring You, Our Rose

A few words sent admiring you, our rose
cast forth to honor beauty, its delights.
World has a great many but they it chose
to radiantly glow within our sights.

Verses designed to give honor in prose
proclaiming depths and blessings that you give.
Tho thy chosen path, my not us have chose
you loved true, creating the life we live.

When the depths of thy tender heart is seen
the rose's magnificence fails to surpass.
A blessing to us thy love is so keen
to teach us to love and honor amass.

Yes sweet mothers, thy true love is our rose.
We love thy all, from thy head to thy toes.

Robert Lindley, 3-03-2018
Sonnet, (Tribute to - All Loving Mothers)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I Linger Long, On That Bountiful Feast I Still Dine

Moon's illuminations through dark window of sorrows
cast moments of relief and "Hope for my tomorrows".
Looking out, stars parade around truly wondrous scene
stopping foulest of shadows sent, to sad soul demean.

Back down to earth, into night forest seeking eyes gaze
searching for deeper healing from "Nature's darkened maze".
As moon's light gave rise to think, all is not a lost cause
I thank heaven's beauty giving this comforting pause.

Such peaceful silence next broken by a faint- Who, Who
an owl has spoken, "Hold this gift now given to you".
Heart skips a beat, knowing this is a heavenly sign
waves of sweetest joy surge forth, "Saying all will be fine"!

With hope for my tomorrows, saying all will be fine
I linger long, on that bountiful feast I still dine.


Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
Sonnet, ( THIRTEEN ON THIRTEEN)

Syllables Per Line: 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13 13 13 0 13 13
Total # Syllables: 182
Total # Words: 134


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018