By Charles Robert LindholmÂ
Painting On A Canvas
That’s Wider Than The Sky
With All The Hues And Colors
The Limitless Mind’s Eye Continue reading
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By Charles Robert LindholmÂ
Painting On A Canvas
That’s Wider Than The Sky
With All The Hues And Colors
The Limitless Mind’s Eye Continue reading
You were a good teacher.
You taught my skin to delight in your caress.
My fingers learned to search for yours.
I learned to listen for your whispers.
My sighs learned your name. Â
My desire learned to match your heat.
My pulse learned to quicken with your embrace.
You taught me to thirst for your touch.
I learned the loneliness of empty nights.
You taught my tears to fall in your absence.
You taught me how to say goodbye.
I learned of a broken heart.
© 2018 Penny Wilson
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In the sand we saw footprints that led to the sun and we followed them true for a while but then a distraction called from one side so we scurried away with a smile But the smile of distraction soon turned to a frown and could never hold us for long as we realised its shallow deception and grew tired of its welcoming song
By Charles Robert Lindholm Â
 I wish I would
stay angry
the way they say
I should
But I’ve learned
that letting go
makes me feel so good Continue reading
Two springtime trees, unfettered she moves there with the breeze through branches stretched, awakening with budded fresh green leaves She embraces for a sweet caress touching all she sees her warming breath of soft sunshine from winter's pale white knees She rises to that warm embrace as tears are swiftly freed replaced with Springtime's cheery smile as with new life she breathes
The winter’s shadowy clouds have past And Summer’s child is here To warm the cockles of our hearts And fill our eyes with cheer Summer’s child is pure and free Her breath is fresh and new Her hands give life to grass and tree Beginning summer true
By Charles Robert Lindholm
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Sitting on a stage
in a solitary pose
like a model
with no clothes
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No clothes
to hide the beauty
that we see
and the magic
that we hear
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Transfixed
we cannot
look away Continue reading
When you write something of which you are proud and brings you a smile and makes you shout loud 'Cos you know that the words which have come from your heart are worthy to share and to others impart?
By Charles Robert LindholmÂ
each day is like a journey on a frontier trail
the fellow travelers change depending on the
time, place and destinations
fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives,
friends, relatives, classmates and coworkers come and go Continue reading
Dog walkers walking with plenty of dogs some running free some on leads the river meandering down to the sea with ducks hiding there in the reeds A grey sky above but the chill is now gone and there's no wind at all here today There's even a hint of blue through the cloud out there in the spread of the bay
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I’m jealous of the words I write
knowing they’ll be touching you
deep in your heart, while we’re apart
and I’m alone in the night without you Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose Continue reading
Darkened the tunnel beckoned as sunlight filtered through so gingerly I ventured to the sylvan place I knew The sound of trickled water from the river down below brought comfort to my quickened step with beauty there on show
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Three little lines of poetry
so easily I read
but then I found them wandering
deep inside my head Continue reading
Kiss me in the rain Love washes over me Flames no downpour can extinguish Thunder in my heart Washing away doubts Washing away past demons Kiss me in the rain
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At the cusp of a day an arm wrapped around shoulders and squeezed Calm descended as clouds parted to a brightness unseen and all was well
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She stumbled into Continue reading
I am the first thought flowing to paper as the poet sees the yellow of a morning sky outside I am the first breath as a night of slumber ends and rejuvenation leaps to inspiration for the new
—-DRIFTWOOD MEMORIES—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm
A simple question, Will you?
I heard you say, “I do”!
and I thought it was forever
I believed that it was true Continue reading
Caught a glimpse of yellow through the kitchen door whipped the iPhone quickly out to capture what I saw First forsythia growing heralding the Spring make me feel quite happy caused my heart to sing
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I looked across
my shoulder, left
and there
to my surprise
I found a pair
of sparkling eyes
and finally
realized
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I may never feel the touch
of your skin upon mine
or drink in all your kisses
like some fabled, vintage wine Continue reading
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