Sleep II

I’m working on the premise
that something soon will change
and when I’m least expecting it
A move to rearrange
will catch me by surprise one day
and the dove-cote doors will close
cocooning me in slumber
from my head down to my toes

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The place

The place falls

The place calls

The place reminiscing

The ones with horns

The ones with holes

In the journey

Of the time.

 

The place sucks

The place chucks

The place twinning

With the ray of hopes

In the lost memories

Of the unheard notes.

A HOPELESS LOVE AFFAIR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Full Moon Calls To Me
As She Whispers My Name
From The Midnight Sky

THE WOLF MOON – ENCORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Wolf Moon
high
in the night sky
burning

awakens
an inner
instinctive
yearning
in my soul

You Are Gone Now

You are gone now

but still, I dwell in your forest of poems

and sit by the streams of your verse

finding sanctuary

May you rest in peace

Mary Oliver.

What Saturdays are for

Brunch on a Saturday
Fried eggs and bacon
Flat white on the side
if I’m not mistaken

HAIKU: AS SKIES TURN GRAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm And Karen Meredith-Lindholm

The Winds Blow Cold As

Hang in there ( Micro poetry)

Pages

memories shrill, floated violins
floated her words, oysters still
doors proud, on a half-lit path

Sunshine have I

No.1 of 8 in ‘The Sunshine series’ from Jemverse

On a train as I travel
at the start of a day
There was a bright sunrise
but now it is grey
There may well be rain
from the overcast sky
as the train speeds me onward
and we hurry by
But I’m not bothered much
as I’ll always have sun
to hold and remember
as each day’s begun

Prelude

Minutes tick away as my shadow soul sails
under the new moon glazed with a hint of joy
I write your name in neon white and frame it
with jewels collected from the morning rain

HAIKU: THE CLOWN WHO YELLED WOLF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

BOZO’S A CLOWN WHO

YELLS, IMMIGRANTS, IMMIGRANTS

WORDS OF WISDOM FROM MARY OLIVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

“The Most Regretful People On Earth Are Those Who Felt The Call To Creative Work, Who Felt Their Own Creative Power Restive And Uprising, And Gave To It Neither Power Nor Time.”
– Mary Oliver

Tri-Tanka III (light)

Yes, it is morning
But time clings to night time still
and my pen falters
Caught between a moment there
the clarity hides behind

HIAKU: HOSTAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He Could Use His Pen

And End Everyone’s Heartache

But They’re Hostages

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Moments of sublime

I went walking on a hilltop
though I wasn’t really there
And then I was beside the sea
with toes in water bare

I went climbing on a mountain
though it was I think a dream
As really I was looking back
at places I had been

HAIKU: COUNTING OUT SYLLABLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 This Is What I’ll Do

Basil

Sir Basil Fawlty lived a life
as full as life can be
For almost eighteen years
he was within our family

A little border terrier cross
he was peace personified
Hardly ever growling
until the day he died

Sparkle

A
collection of
galaxies and garnets
a celebration of sparkle
to dance in spaces
just between

Conveyer

As she opens the door

with the anticipation

eyes frantically looking 

and gazing into the emptiness

Breathe

I saw the end of the tunnel
It shouted my name
So I ran to the light
and found freedom again

And breathing in deep
that heavenly air
I shouted out loud
and laughed without care

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The Reluctant Poet

 

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Zooming along

In the dark,

Reeling and overloaded,

Images flash before my eyes

Open or shut

I see them still,

Never settling,

Circling around,

Until I crash

Into tomorrow.

Faith

A thousand lives
and a yesterday
an intermittent flicker of light
a flash of understanding

Time

yellow in swirl, whisper in blue
when silence wears new folds
eyes in green, row over stars
flash a dream for the orange

Christmas passed

I sit at the side of an aging Christmas tree,
its lights still glittering, the ornaments of memory
and seasonal delight put away since yesterday.

The dance, the drum

Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged

HAIKU: I WAIT AND WORRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait And Worry

My Beloved Angel Will