And from high above Worthing Victorian houses reaching down to the sea with the tower of the Dome just catching the sun crying out for a picture from me But the image itself needed more to explain the 'je ne sais quoi' of that time looking down on the vista so often seen and from up here looking so fine So I added some words that seemed about right to capture the essence right there of a view I don't think I've seen before once so obliged in these lines to now share
Worthing High
A FAIRY TALE FANTASY
By Charles Robert Lindholm
He took my wife
like a villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy
like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me Continue reading
Rodmell loop
From Rodmell via Southease, a loop of three miles as the warmth returned once again Us four with our boots 'neath the blue of a sky walking to keep ourselves sane There were sheep in the rape munching blithely away and cows lowing there in the field as the Ouse on the ebb flowed out to the sea in the heart of the Sussex Weald
THE DREAM I DREAMED OF
By Charles Robert Lindholm
So many times I’ve struggled
so many people knew
I’d do the best I could
and somehow muddle through Continue reading
Ancient yet familiar
No.17 in the ‘Past to Present’ series

From the Saltings 'cross old oyster beds the town of Shoreham lay steeped in ancient history and yet familiar today The Norfolk (then suspension) bridge to fore of course long gone and the brewery chimneys now replaced by newer builds upon The High Street of the new town with St Mary's to the rear a town that lives in history which we all hold so dear
AM I HIDING IN YOUR ARMS?
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Am I hiding in Your arms
or am I just being protected
while I’m “recharged”
with Your love Continue reading
Back to the lotty
Went back to the lotty, it's looking so good but from the work Sal has done I knew that it would It's the first time I've been here so far this year but as always this place oozes fun times and cheer So I set out with a plan I had made in advance with gaffer tape ready prepared for a chance and fixed the loose panes in the greenhouse with ease cable ties for the job with which I am pleased
HUMMING SOFTLY
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Softly Sundown comes
to put the day to bed
dusting off the dirt
kissing the hurts Continue reading
Friday tanka
I'm pleased it's Friday for with a half-day today I have time to play in the sunshine for a while and seize essence of moment
JUMBLED UP DREAMS
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I wake up suddenly
in the middle of the night
or is it morning
before the dawn’s early light
Dragged from deep, deep sleep Continue reading
May the fourth be with you III

Eight years ago on Star Wars Day and Obi Wan Kinobi Small brown, all pudding paws and plump came to live and stay Name - no brainer (Ed decided) so Obi Wan Kinobi could not on May the fourth be else something in all confided So eight years on and May the Fourth with Obi Wan Kinobi be with you all and with you stay on Star Wars day of course
SCAR STORIES – THE MARKS OF LIFE
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I SAW YOUR SCARS
BECAUSE I SEE YOU
BECAUSE I CANNOT
LOOK AWAY FROM YOU
YOUR HEART
AND YOUR SOUL
THEY THRILL ME
AS DOES EVERY
INCH OF YOUR SKIN Continue reading
THE RULER’S RING
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Little Boys, oh
You don’t stand a chance
You think “You’ll be the Man”
But You ask Her to dance
You think that You’re
The Big Man
but before too long
you’ll see
it isn’t Her who’s asking
or down upon one knee Continue reading
Where the heart is
I travelled long the length of England stayed away for several days and then for several hours found a path back to Southern ways As home is where the heart is so it's good to get back there even though these travels are something to love and share
Newcastle III

I'm back in Newcastle, it's been a fair while but this city of bridges still brings a smile so don't saddle me with mundane or purile for these are words from the heart It's a few degrees colder, I'll give you that but I have a warm coat and some gloves and a hat so don't take me for a weak Southern brat for these are words from the heart
I FUMBLED WITH MY SMILE
By Charles Robert Lindholm
You’re supposed to be brave
You’re not supposed to cry
but I fumbled with my smile each time
I was forced to mumble, Hi!
Continue reading
Start 9 (aka Calan Mai)
9 of 12 in the ’12 months IV series’
Mayday and to jingling bells around tall poles and dancers tells and cries of joy and yodelling yells first day of summer comes Midway twixt the equinox and summer solstice twirl the frocks with brightly coloured stripy socks first day of summer comes So dance we will as dance we must with 'Calan Mai's' tradition thrust as to these open arms in trust first day of summer comes
Last Day #4
4 of 12 in the ‘Last day 23’ series
It's the last day of April and May is now looming the sun has returned and Spring flowers are blooming So at last from the doldrums of winter we come and welcome the start of days in the sun
Thanksgiving For a Wonderful Day
HAIKU: FRIENDS STAY TOGETHER
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I’ll sit in darkness Continue reading
Climping Beach
Excogitating
No.11 in the ‘Colloquy’ series
I'm excogitating out a simple plan of something complex making it from mere thought into fruition something big to something whit It's been there long, a growing seed but now at last the plan lies true and five months hence from 1st of May the thinking will become a do
YOU SEE ME IN THE SHADOWS
By Charles Robert Lindholm
You see me in the shadows
but never run away
You look toward me
searching for my eyes
but it’s me who looks away
Continue reading
Fading now
PLEASE LET ME STAY WITH YOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I will stay with you
As long as you Let Me
I will be with you
As long as you want me Continue reading
(revisiting) Exuberance II
Concluding the ‘Malleable 23’ series (10 of 10)
Glistening the water bathed in light served as erudite reminder of Spring emerging from the vice of winter iron clad accedes to warmth and with breath deep drawn lungs were filled with fragrance new a shining example of Spring's exuberance
MORE THAN I DARE SAY
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I miss you so much
When you are gone away
Out of the reach of my arms
Out of touch with my soul Continue reading
(revisiting) Spirea Arguta
9 of 10 in the ‘Malleable 23’ series
As if I couldn’t tell, the Spring was evident today As with flowers white and delicate Spirea had a say Arguta genus, Meadowsweets It’s always first to flower for shade within my garden from its small yet fragrant bower