The Forest

The Forest

-Linda Lee Lyberg

When the ebony night falls

Deep in the hidden forest

The trees come alive and dance

To the cricket’s lulling chorus.

Unfurl

Hold on to me,
strong and tight,
as if we’re two ropes
and tied!

Santorini

Part 5 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

Into the caldera at dawn
Golden tinge to the sky
Santorini all around
with Thira way up high

Anchors weighed, we drift
The tenders to the sea
Ferries to the waiting land
Sheltered in the lee

HAS THERE BEEN AN ECHO FROM MY LIFE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world 

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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HAIKU: AN ELEPHANT HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

An elephant heart

Strength of our words

 

Gladiolus – personal photo

Words bounce back,

u-spoken or spoken.

Word’s Enfold Warmth- word-form

Word’s

layer to mimic a rose.

Included

The things you do
I want to do with you
The places you go
I want to go too

Transformation (diamante)

Rebellion
proud, ugly

Cinquain: Troubles

Cascade

Of misery

As I ache for your soul

Dragonfly

The rotting corpse of a dragonfly
Hangs over hung-headed commuters
Like a pterodactyl fossil in Fukui,
Forever aloft on calcified wings
For children to look up and wonder:
From what mysterious realm did you come?

But beneath the fossilized dragonfly,
No such wide-eyed adolescents pass by.
This Train Station of Natural History’s only patrons
Are closed-eyed, downtrodden business men:
Too busy catching up on sleep walking
To raise their gaze above the floor.

Kalamata Castle

Part 4 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

From Kalamata castle
having climbed for just a mile
Several ageing fir trees there
gave respite for a while

The heat was almost tangible
but we were not complaining
As the sun shines here ‘most all the time
But at home it’s probably raining

HAIKU: MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I took photographs

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE IN HEAVEN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You make me believe

in a heaven above

when you’ve filled my heart

with so much love

WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You can learn a lot about me
without me ever having to say a word
my hair blows in the wind

Ecliptica

Photo by K. Russell

The sun & the moon

met each other in the freshness of an August morning

and as they embraced, the sun smiled brightly

The Color of Love

Red is the color of love? I say, No!

ten days to retire

Submitted by T.A. Cullen

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Someone the Donald claimed to admire
Was asked after ten days to retire
He just couldn’t seem to zip

Elixir

Elixir

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Ice tea

Heat elixir

Sweet, spicy, exotic

Eases the thirsty soul craving

Untainted Grace

Her head held high, wearing her crown with dignity

Proud of the woman she claimed to be

Carefree of all of life’s mishaps

Life happened to her in a split second

Dragging her pride and her head down with it

As her head continued to hang low the crown started to slowly slip off her head

The once sparkling jewels became a testament of her demise

The mist that rose from her sorrow as the cold tears hit her hot cheeks

Tainted her crown, filling it with rust that clung to the hinges of her heart

Let us Go Back

The past holds the future.

Don’t be chased. Don’t be chained.

Forget it and we tumble.

Go back and make peace.

Kalamata Heat

Part 3 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

I found a spot of sunshine
with no-one else around
Overlooking Grecian waters
with just the ocean sound

It was very hot – some forty plus
but pleasant in the breeze
as we sailed to Kalamata
through Mediterranean seas

Enough of This Sh(ee)t

Some thoughts on the recent events in Charlottesville …

We’ve come so far, so how can this occur?
How is it simple pigment judgment blurs?
How can we still believe humanity
By outward cast divided we should be?

Eclipse

The Moon will try to go between
The Earth and her true lover, Sun,
To darken deeply living green,

What His Eyes See

She sees the oily shine of a complexion that hasn’t noticed puberty ended years ago.
He sees a radiance that comes from beauty within.

Nectar

 

Photo by Pixabay

 

I awoke in the middle of a flower

To a world of pink petals

And saffron yellow,