If A Poet, I Found I Could Never Be
If a poet, found myself not to be,
would vivid colors lose their awesome splash.
Could life race ever on and live for me
or my soul die, rhymes in my head then crash?
If invading words I never dared loose,
stayed hidden within this lonesome, old cave.
Would I find world's mysteries more abstruse,
spirit thus devoid of writing I crave?
If words no longer soothed this needing soul,
could depths of love in verse for me exist.
If my life were lived as an empty scroll
shall it fade as Autumn morn's foggy mist?
If a true poet, could I never be,
this sad heart would be a dead and dried sea.
Robert Lindley is poet from the Southern USA. He has been writing poetry since 1969. Robert writes with the intent to offer others words to enjoy and with high hopes he may inspire and brighten lives in some way.