Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2019
Rhyme, ( In Poetry, The Whimsical Wind That Speaks)

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Shall We Dare To Venture Forth To Consult The Stone

Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone
knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone
yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise one finds
hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented minds
Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign
adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane!

Yet in the midst of a gentle Spring storm raining
Nature can and does send hope without explaining
its constant bounty nor its most blessed reprieves
from humanity's woes and mortal death that grieves
deeply shattered hearts, the ruin of such tragic souls
or Fate and its mysterious accursed goals!

Shall we dare to venture forth to consult the stone
ask it about death, sense of loss when we are gone
demand answers, it has gathered from wayward winds
or beg more knowledge of what our future portends
Nay! Such folly, we know it would surely dismiss
asking us instead, did princess blush, her first kiss?

Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone
knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone
yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise can find
hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented mind
Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign
adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2019
Rhyme, ( In Poetry, The Whimsical Wind That Speaks)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
After reading a couple dozen of my older poems written in the mid 70's, I sat down and composed this poem today.
I hope that you may enjoy reading it and knowing that life is so very much deeper than we mortals ever realize.
And it usually holds so very much more promise than we ever allow our hearts to ever seek.
Fortunate is the person that finds that out before going through that last dark door, IMHO..---Tyr