Saturday, July 2, 2016

If A Poet, I Found I Could Never Be--By Robert Lindley--United States

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.


  1. Robert,
    What a lovely sonnet. Welcome to Whispers, too, by the way (I'm assuming you are new, since I don't see your work posted here for the past several months, forgive me if I am wrong).
    Your new friend,
    David Fox
    Editor, "The Poet's Art"

  2. I enjoyed your words. Thank you for sharing. Good affirming insights! Ralph

  3. Nicely done, Robert. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (