The beauty of language

I’m happy when writing
It fills me with joy
and it’s done this for ages
(since I was a boy)
I’ve written most days
sometimes just a few lines
to capture the years
the moments and times

A part of you

Emerging in the sleeping dew
with softened morning light,

Orange Two

Seven colours, seven days
Orange follows suit
The second in the rainbow
it really is a beaut

It’s right there in a sunset
at the end of a long day
A testament to wonder
in every single way

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To a woman of beauty,
with a mischievous smile
and a seductive pose

with words that thrill me
in poems and prose”

THE NAKED PIANO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Sitting on a stage

in a solitary pose

like a model

with no clothes

 

No clothes

to hide the beauty

that we see

and the magic

that we hear

 

Transfixed

we cannot

look away

Yellow Iris

Yellow by the water
Waving in the breeze
Brought me to a standstill
Took me to my knees

Travel & flowers

It’s going to be a busy week
and I’ll be travelling a lot
So I’ll not mind so much
if the weather’s not as hot
London now it’s Monday
Southend on the morrow
Then Lincoln Thursday morning
returning Friday when I’ll borrow…

Many Happy Returns

Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear

For the birds

On Ditching Down we found ourselves
‘For the Birds’ – a mystery tour
Part of the Brighton Festival
at midnight, what was more

A trail of lights led up the hill
which we followed to the crest
all adding to the mystery
which put us to the test

Allure

The allure of the ocean
calls often to me
whenever I’m taken
away from the sea
So I have to return
as one does for a friend
as its magic and beauty
has no limit or end

Heronswood

I can walk the world in the Heronswood,
I can walk and talk with the horticulturists
and the nature gods. I can meet with cultures
I never knew, the Thalictrum, the Fuchsia,
the Phlox, the Hakonechloa. With my fingers
I can brush the Bishop’s Hat, with my toes

Caught

I am caught in the grip of wonder
The balance and symmetry of mathematics
The glints and sparkles of a spiders many eyes
The shimmering dance of subatomic particles

Day Two (Truleigh Hill to Ditching Beacon)

I guess around this time of year
there really has to be
a shot of bluebells in the woods
for they’re wonderful to see

Transmutation

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Verdant Conveyance

Connecting past with present

Transmutation Sighs

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Perfection in pink

The Clematis against the fence
of the allotment in Ham Field
has many words which might describe
the beauty here revealed

Beauty is…

Beauty is…

The voice of truth
raised in song
accompanied by heart

Beauty Is…

Photo by Doug Hahn

in the silence of a brand new
morning.
Sitting, waiting for the sun – you
absorb
the gentle quiet of dawn, while
secretly

The Time Tonight!

I untied my hair
Swiftly carressed with my fingers
Fell on the bed
Magnetised by the pillow!

Looked up to see
And out of the big window
Ah! What a sight!
I stared and glared!

Of Chincoteague and Longing

You have the makings
Of a mustang, long legs

And long neck. Veins
That bulge in the noontime,

Blue as sapphire under
Moonlight. Your auburn mane

Truleigh Hill in Springtime

On Truleigh Hill in Springtime
everything is splendid
Now that BST¹ is here
with daylight hours extended

Our Unknowing

May our unknowing lead to breakthroughs and growth,

And our impediments inspire songs of gratitude,

Whether sung aloud or only within our hearts.

The Everyday You

I’m in love with the every day you
hair pulled back
and green tennis shoes
blue jeans and tee shirt
under your nails – still – the dirt
from the garden full of roses
in bloom –
I’m in love with the everyday you

And if I thought…

And if I thought the sunset view
was a lovely sight
Just imagine my reaction
when I saw it later at night

Windmill

Sails though empty caught the light
of golden evening sun
as the windmill here at Kingston
was admired by everyone

Seen and found

Sand as far as eye can see
with Brighton to the East
this vista at this time of year
a perfect visual feast

Balcombe Viaduct II

Passing over Balcombe Viaduct
with winter fields down there
The memory of a leafy green
is distant now the trees are bare
Skeletal they stand forlorn
Winter has them in its grip
And it will still be quite a while
‘Til from that vice we’ll see a slip

Pea soup days

It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

Reverie -#DailyHaikuChallenge

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Breathless Glimmering

Beauty Beyond expressing

Reverie of sighs

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