To Be A Poet


With thoughts of poetry, here I begin
praying graceful gold verses never end.
Within tentacles of earth's space and time
poets create word-music in sweetest rhyme.

With true souls exposed, passion thus let flown
verbal treasures, best world has ever known.
Among clouds of romance and love deep thought
fly word kisses, free never to be bought.

Like the taste of raisins from the hot sun
poets birth them with blissful glee just for fun.
Within poetry's vast heavenly realm
poet masters, with words that overwhelm.

Forever, if lucky we shall be blessed.
My fate- to be one, this soul has now confessed.

Robert J. Lindley,
12-05-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 102