HAIKU: SHE STUMBLED INTO HER SILENCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She stumbled into

Breaking point

“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”
― Shannon L. Alder

A thousand sweet praises
I can listen sweetly
and keep forgetting them
the next day I rise

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Dreaded Whispers

Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-Asitcomes

Been gardening again… I love this plant.

Strokes of moonlight smother
the inflorescent
whispers of the smoke bush

wavering against twilight’s
ghostly dreams
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.

Soulless eyes

You are not alone here
You are surrounded by million voyeur eyes 
looking for the next big piece of news
waiting for the next viral tweet
wanting to go live on Facebook 
to chat and comment about it

Split wide open

I’m split wide open
for you to see
my soul is sliced in half
for you to
scrape pieces of me

Bewildered

His chubby looks
and a heart
brimming with love
he wants to share
his treats with
anyone he could

Time’s up

“I am small.

So are stars from a distance. It’s all a matter of perspective.”
― C. Kennedy, Slaying Isidore’s Dragons

Accusations,
I have heard many
insults you have hurled
some
You have unbirth
many excuses to
hide under
the veil of your
mistakes and
and then some;

HAIKU: SHE STUMBLED INTO HER SILENCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She stumbled into

It’s about Time

How could you?
How could you treat me so badly?

Cornflowers

.

Her skin is mottled blue,

like the halo that

graces her eyes.

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The lies we tell ourselves
And each other
To hide the abuser,
Twist in my gut.

Chronicles of a Battered Woman

There is an unexplained melody with the way he raises his voice

His screams, resounding thunder,
Profanity and Deafening Noise.

There is a certain warmth with the way he lays his hands

On my cheeks, On my body
Or wherever he can land his palms.

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It makes you want
To say what the fuck
And euthanize
Half the population,
Just to protect
The rest.

Unseen

You have no blood”
Father John used to say,
but clearly she had blood,
it ran rich and red,

The Invasion

While my parents were sleeping
the invasion began… first

Dark Arrogance

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He chose his victims well…

Rivulets of Despair

She stood numbly watching the rivulets

Of water streaming down her legs

Feeling nothing but seeing everything

Watching the young innocent girl she knew

Waving goodbye with tears in her eyes

Scrubbing harder, her skin turning red

Illuminate Me

 

You can cut with your words

Slice me with your knife

Threaten with your presence

Bully with your orders

Shake me with threats

Dampen my mind with despair

But you won’t stop my soul

When the Shutters Close

We live in normal houses

in Midwestern America

we are a concentrated, suburban, legacy

long after we are gone

our worlds will be memory.

Dive

Dramatic door-slams are a

demand for deference.

Still, don’t let dampened desires

direct your daily duration,

your delicate drumbeat.

No more

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Your eyes, they aim at my soul

Your hands, they come closer

Don’t touch me

Please, I beg

No!

…

I wake up

Drenched in sweat

The memory of your slimy hands

Makes my skin want to crawl away

To leave the bare death white bones of me

Still quivering under your malicious gaze

I hate you.

You cannot comprehend how much.

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220 Grit

Over and over again

And again

Back and forth

Predictable as time

Ticking away

A hot July day

Front porch swinging

In rhythm

Cooling

Weekend Prey

Tap and jive; on toes wild

The arm twirls; while legs whirl

The music beating silly; the weekend joint jolly

Filled with bodies entwined; she is out for the first time.

Her friend is seasoned to every beat. A lad offers the first timer a wisp

Drifting Away.

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She was used to that look now. It no longer held any foreboding. Strange, one day she had just looked up and seen it and it had had no effect. No knotting in the stomach, no need to go and pee.

Courtney’s Song

He smashes her heart, but she’s sorry.
He walks out the door, and she’s crying again.
His eyes are so cold, but she loves him,
His fists are so cruel, but he won’t do it again.

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Golden light fractals, through the leaves. Dark brown of strong Oak. In and out the trees breathe.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out, squirrels collecting nuts in a hurry here  about!