He and they…

He was there
So were they
They were with him
So often
That he barely knew
What’s it to be
Without them.

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Common Grief

A local story tells
of a dam that blocked a creek in late ’60.
The water rose, year by year,
seeped over a poor family’s
rocky homestead,
the one that was supposed
to be an assured future.
58 years under
the dark, cool waves,
bass and perch swimming past
foundation stones covered in mud and algae.
The loss of a dream
is a reason

Experience of love..

The shadows
Of memories
Of love

Tri-Haiku VI (Autumn)

Gold from the sunset
falls as such with autumn leaves
settling to the sea

A sea of crunching
Yellow, reds and gold are here
there beneath my feet

And just like the beach
this November paradise
Autumn comes again

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

Deadline

Dead Line

Sprawled flat in your path

Like giant road kill

Small, undetectable from a distance

Looming larger and larger

Until its great heaving, behemoth body

Brings you to your knees begging

For mercy between pathetic sobs

And muttered excuses

Out of Sync

Winter throws me out of sync
and I’m not sure where I am
I’m so used to the warmth you see
that I’m not sure that I can

And yet when in my brand new coat
with colours bold and strong
I’m brave enough to face the cold
and find a different song

First Crush

Topaz sunlight sparkles
across years bent with age
November love still fresh
with the scent of falling leaves
Poems penned on scraps of paper
still span moments between

Earnest

Having arrived, definitively,

Poetic

Moody skies above the Thames
on early winter morn
I’d shiver in the brittle chill
save for the coat I’ve worn
But Tower Bridge beneath the blue
with massive skies right there
Is such to take my breath away
That I just had to share

Tri-Haiku V (Red)

In fields of bright red
Rubies like treasures lie
Poppies in the sun

A blanket of red
Autumn from the many trees
Rubies on the ground

The red in the breeze
Falling down like crimson snow
Rubies to the wind

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Humanity thrives

Monk’s House

Virginia belatedly
invited us today
to Monk’s House in East Sussex
down near Rodmell way
It was peaceful there, cathartic
A writer’s paradise
Where Virginia penned her novels
in a cottage which was nice

Scrolling

Name, address, telephone number

Birthdate

Index finger poised I scroll down the years

Down

Down

Down

She is here and…

She experienced far more
Than people could imagine.

She endured silently
While people sympathized.

Within Easy Reach

There’s a cool autumn breeze
but it’s warm in the sun
So I’ve made my way back
to ‘One hundred and one’

Our beach hut haven
here on the beach
on my way home
and within easy reach

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Lived With A Woman
Who Was Passionate
And Wildly Exciting
And It Was Thrilling

HAIKU: THE GHOST OF NIXON

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Ghost Of Nixon

Haunts Bozo While He’s Sleeping

The Freedom to Live

Her life had overturned, become a sort of hell;
The devil lost her soul, but sought her mind to claim.
Once happy, now ensnared inside a secret cell,
Played by her tormenter as if it were a game.

Tri-Sussex

n May there is green
as we walk on these hills
and breathe in the air
as a cure for all ills

In August there’s ochre
as the harvest grows ripe
and these hills bring a smile
from the grumble and gripe

World of Shade

Buried beneath these daily interactions
silent struggles wait to be discovered
Lies we portray as truth in transactions
are waiting to reveal flaws yet uncovered

A Post-Election Limerick

The election was a test of our Democracy.
Now we’ll see what’s going to be.
This we already knew –
America is not Red or Blue….
It is Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free.

Americans voted, their voices were heard and there was change in the political landscape; now what will that change bring.

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro to the painter
contrast captured to the eye
To the poet though, his words
capture light for you and I

Letters from Home

As young boys, they left home
bound for adventure, bound for war
Courage still an illusion unknown
Death, a distant enemy
even as mothers dried tears and prayed
that freedom was worth the cost

HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

HAIKU: A GRIM REMINDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Is

Innocence

 

The sound of children

comes in swells

like the sea…. I love

how they fill the emptiness and silence