The Welly

The feet upon the wooden floor
Are moving to the beat
as conversation struggles
for those who’ve found a seat
The man up on the microphone
is getting really loud
But the music’s really throbbing
and is pleasing to the crowd

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LIFE IS A JOURNEY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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 

HAIKU: HE WAS THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

He was my sunshine

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Crashing Dreams

None could predict the madness living in a childhood nightmare

would become reality. Not for us anyway. We could not imagine it might

become our story. Monsters aren’t supposed to dwell in our closets or under the bed

but sometimes they do, disguised in the apathetic dressing of those who proclaim loyalty.

That’s the most difficult part, being brave: having the courage to feel

while the world turns a blind eye.

The red

I stopped, reduced to tears
when the red before me lay
Tear of joy for splendour
shown to me upon this day

Walking down an avenue
trees on either side
Then this, the most spectacular
to leave me misty-eyed

I’M SORRY I MISSED YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I’m sorry that I missed you
I know we would have been friends 

I would have liked to have shared
walking some of life’s pathway
with you

Earth

​*Alliteration Poem – Earth*

17th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Edges evolve, epitaphs etched
Eyes echo, ears ensnare
Ears enchant, eyes eschew
Eagles exude, embers emaciated

HAIKU: THE HOURS PASSED US

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

The hours passed us

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Shared Lives

 

My daughter says she listens to the sound of my feet shuffling each morning,

my slippers scuffing well-worn carpet as if on automatic pilot.

 

Even behind her closed door, she feels me move.

 

Years spent locked in joint struggle does that. Or it doesn’t. We were lucky.

~ Prose (Part I)

~ Prose (Part I)
Winter is nipping at Autumns multicolored train, trimmed in gold she rivals the Sun.

This morning she woke with Winters first breath clinging to flora, fauna, her terra firma

Abode, chilled. She longs to continue her flamboyant promenade throughout the countryside, knowing in her wake beauty blooms and eyes behold the brush of Gods hand.
O’Prunty
10/17/17

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Poison Ivy

Beautiful is the pain

I go through everyday

Turning me into a beautiful butterfly

From the cocoon I’ve been.

Nature’s evening slumber

Upon the ground this time of year
the yellow, red and gold
A carpet of pure loveliness
from trees both young and old

Crunchy in the sunshine
fragrant in the rain
It always brings a certain cheer
when autumn comes again

Robin

I had to let him go

Like the mother robin

Crowded with her noisy young

In the disheveled nest of twigs overhanging the patio door

Whose scruffy chicks were there one day

Then gone the next

Never to return

The Elm, the Dusk, and the Nightingale

Day recoils in silence. Autumn’s warmth gives way to dusk.
Beneath this meadow’s elm I pause, released in freedom from the husk of what this life’s become.
Summer wanes in crescent waves shaped to crash on winter’s shore,
haunting sweeter memories, from here within my open door as soul reflects the sum.

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Crazy

*Alliteration Poem – Crazy*

12th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Corners curl, covered chameleons

Crumple cliches, clouds clone

Clock clawed, chirps cease

War

Safety and fear intertwine

Corruption abided by rules and regulation

All the while, the swain tramps across the fen

to swear allegiance under the gibbous moon

HAIKU: WILDFLOWERS AT HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Wallflowers blossom

QUIETLY WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO BLOSSOM

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

She was hiding
in the shadows
in the corner
of the room
while couples
filled the dance floor
she was there alone 

The Flue Bug

Weakened by a stomach flue sickness.

Beaten physically by its whip.

Ophelia’s Gift

Rust red sun
Burns through yellow grey clouds

The Stream

Once more

sweet stream,

Acer

If you put ‘Acer’ into Google
guess what you will see?
Lot of reference to laptops
but seldom to a tree
And yet the humble maple
(the namesake of that brand)
is the pure derivation which,
when seen, you’ll understand

THE LITTLE SEED YOU LEFT ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

It starts with a seed of inspiration
a word or phrase from you
something you left behind
but never ever knew 

HAIKU: TEMPTING LEAVES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Pied Piper breeze

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