First tribute poem
Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice
As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!
Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
Should we not thus seek, blessings so divine
As to not let this world our lives define?
Big dipper singing soft ditty times three
As its handle cast light, welcoming me
Archer shot beams across the Milky Way
As benevolent words, asking no pay!
Brother moon dancing, to set wolves howling
Nature set free, its kids go a'prowing
In peaceful repose, I fall into sleep
My last words, "Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( When Youth, And Treasured Memories An Old Poet Remind )
Dedication, Second Poets Dedication Series, Nabokov
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Second tribute poem:
As Sun Rises, Bringing Morn's Newborn Glee
As sun rises, bringing morn's newborn glee
rooster crows out its pleasures at dawn's light
as world again wakes, its teeming dark sea
shouts, do as you will, dark has fled with night!
Alas! Such is but its great and black lie
for darkness chooses but a brief retreat
folly to believe, as many may die
joining cold ashes of mortal defeat!
When night returns, its dark dances about
as hidden shadows leap from poison trees
solemn blackness, its power needs no shout
as those wise in many years will agree!
Yet new sun that brings light to dark banish
sets its course mortal man can never sway
reveals those sins we may wish to vanish,
in ever decaying hours of each day!
As morn's voice calls, this sweet coffee I sup
slow across this wood porch, an inch-worm crawls
an old man savors third and final cup
and seeks warmth within his castle walls!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
(When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov
Notes :
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
Comments Posted---
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 5:03:00 AM
From darkness to light and back. Great diptych, Robert. The worm in the last quatrain is very Nabokovian (Nabokov was a famous entomologist). One could say that the worm symbolizes something, but it symbolizes nothing (Nabokov laughed at the symbols), it just crawls. The very fact that the poet noticed a worm, whether real or imagined, and inserted it into the poem speaks about the poet's attention to an artistic detail (Nabokov loved details). But these two poems gave me great pleasure not because Nabokov is my favorite writer. It is great by itself.
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/19/2019 4:58:00 AM
P.S.: Nabokov was a true master of darkness about which he knew firsthand. Once, in an interview, he said: "I have gained some experience; when my night comes, I will not be completely unprepared".
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Pashang Salehi
Date: 11/19/2019 12:33:00 AM
Truly peaceful... I'm getting sleepy as well... Goodnight.
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Brandy Nicole
Date: 11/18/2019 10:10:00 PM
"As I lay me down in lush verdant grass- Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"! Oh my, this thought touches my heart so deeply. The entire poem wraps gently around me. I see the darkness within your second tribute, the depth behind your words. Both poems hold amazing moments my dear friend. Once again, a Masterpiece you have created. ~ Brandy