WATERCOLOR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

watercolor words
washing across
the white of an 8 1/2 by 11
piece of paper
changing it’s color to blue 

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Cutting the Apron Strings

Childbirth
Nursing the hungry infant
Weaning from breast and bottle
Teaching the toddler to walk

Metamorphosis

Can a cigarette warm
the coldness of a soul
that stopped giving a damn
about it all?

Can a touch restore
the blood into the veins
of a body that’s been buried
under a million chains?

A test of time

Against the blue the old Town Hall
with yellow ochre walls
Declares aloud his history
from ageing hallowed halls
In Brighton now amidst the new
it stands aloof to change
Whilst all around the architects
make plans to rearrange

Change

The ocean’s waves come quietly ashore,
Then disappear as quickly as they came.
No matter what the sand was like before,
When water leaves, it’s never quite the same.

Unclogging The Mind

There was this time
When I sat
Clogged with the thoughts
Of little things
That I did mind

That restless night
That uneasy mind
Took a toll
Over a lot
Of my precious time

Moments of Change

And in the low of the eve the cotton seed spins timelessly.

The harp, the home, the houses we know

are like catalysts of change.

Handful of yellow

I had a handful of yellow
but I let it all go
and now I’ll not find it
’til Springtime I know
It was careless of me
for I had it right there
like a smile on the breeze
just ready to share

Saturn Peering through His Ring, Dreaming in the Dark

Ten thousand one wings in the lion’s ring,
Holy and houndish in pursuit from mountain;
Trembling are the shadows of the dogdayed age,
Widowed from the Summerland, adieu.

Seeking

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Ebon shades Seeking

Adaptation Whispering

Change cries on the wind

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Glow – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Setting sun of Change

Seasons Stir new emotions

Warm Glow of New Hope

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The change of a Phoenix dying – October 26, 2016

The change of a Phoenix dying

time’s passin’
and when I look ’round
ideals gone
fires quenched
inside the secret mirror
well, everything changed

Time for Change, HAIKU

Spread-eagle pancake
Splattered about rock bottom.
My free fall is done.

October dawned

With rain today October dawned
Autumn’s finally here
but I’m grateful for the summer
which has brought us lots of cheer

Stairs & Visions

Swinging
gondolas on
the sea, we rock,
are swept, into the
roll and run and ring of

dream.

We are unsure of what can and cannot be;
we place our wishes down and wait.

Unright

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Breath of Morning Light

Beating Pulse

Of something

Not right

It Takes Courage

It takes courage to admit that the life you’re currently living isn’t making you any happier..
It takes courage to realise that your life is tailored to a size not your own..
It takes courage to notice that the path you’re walking through is not meant for you..
It takes courage to become aware that your inner values do not match the daily things you do..
It takes courage to finally stand up and admit that all the dreams you once had have fallen through..

May Your Suffering

May your suffering grant you even more hope
May your suffering prove to be your lifesaving rope
May your suffering help you unlock your deepest passion
May your suffering fill you with the sincerest type of compassion

Beautiful Happenings

The world is uncertain.
Continents split, needs are denied, hearts stop,
Bridges collapse and rivers flood,
A child can rise from the dead.

Skies Folded

Skies I folded, into my heart
Yet clouds buzzed, as bees do
Till a love poured, of new tastes

The Sun I rolled, onto my mind
Yet shadows curled, as creepers do
Till a love bloomed, in new shades

Blink and you’ll miss it

Blocked in passageways
where once there were streets
and sticky faced children
on corners with sweets
watched elderly ladies
resting on seats
All gone in the blink of an eye

Delight

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Swift upon the Wind

An unwelcome guest

Winter’s overstayed its welcome
and we’d prefer it now to go
‘Cos we’re fed up to the gills with cold
and howling winds and snow

It’s been staying with us now for months
and whereas we didn’t mind at first
We need the room for Springtime
now the former’s done its worst

Train a-trundles

Train a-trundles daily
inland from the sea
cross a river, through the fields
familiar to me
A journey I know all too well
although it differs every day
as the scenery  changes
when the weather has its say

Fickle and change

The morning was fragile
it could break any time
A heaviness up there
though it started out fine

Aesthetics of the sea

I often write about the sea
as in this southern light
It’s changing vista every day
provides a lovely sight

I’m fortunate (I know this well)
as not a day goes by
when I’ll not catch a fleeting glimpse
and watch it beautify

Changes

 

These bright city lights
with gossamer sheen
In Newcastle
where I have been
This morning dash
with good intent
culminate
these months I’ve spent
And this resolute yet
misty day
could change it all
in every way

Shades of Change

She flutters
Like the falling leaves