HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – ENCORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

Of shillings and treasure revisited

6 of 12 in ‘The of…’ series from Jemverse 2022

I watched the shilling spinning
it was mine in no small measure
Enough to buy two Matchbox cars
to hold and keep and treasure
The fingers twisted blithely
as they caught and spun again
but I saw no abandon
found no one there to blame

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Conkers (reprise)

10 of 12 in the ‘Fading Days’ series from Jemverse

I’d turn back time
(If only I could)
For I’ve a bag full of conkers
which I found in the wood
Recalling the days
of muddied scuffed knees
Long days in the sunshine
and the climbing of trees

‘Borrowing’ a skewer
from the kitchen drawer
when stringed conkers in pocket
was what life was for
We threw sticks to the branches
to see what would fall
and the thrill of the find
was just part of it all

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Conkers (revisited)

5 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Autumn 21’

I’d turn back time
(If only I could)
For I’ve a bag full of conkers
which I found in the wood
Recalling the days
of muddied scuffed knees
Long days in the sunshine
and the climbing of trees

‘Borrowing’ a skewer
from the kitchen drawer
when stringed conkers in pocket
was what life was for
We threw sticks to the branches
to see what would fall
and the thrill of the find
was just part of it all

HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

INNOCENT DAYS ARE GONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Oh, For The Bliss
Of Childhood
When We Knew
Nothing
Of The World
And The Way
It Worked

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

What do I remember first?

Is it the blackboard where I learnt my ABCs?
The way I tripped over my own feet, scarring my knees?

This town of mine

Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory

HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

INNOCENT DAYS ARE GONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Oh, For The Bliss
Of Childhood
When We Knew
Nothing
Of The World
And The Way
It Worked

HAIKU: BUILDING SANDCASTLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

BUILDING SANDCASTLES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES AT THE BEACH

Business Trip

The full moon rises,
Glistening like a fresh silver dollar
As Mother Earth lets off steam
And unbuttons her stifling collar
To feel the breeze of the Sun’s departure.

Eagerly I wait at the window
For my moon to come home,
So I can feel the breeze of his sigh
As he sits on his leathery black throne
And watches me with contentment from on high.

A Mother’s Dreams

Your dreams do not predict the future,
Be relieved they process the past
So you can function this morning.
Your fear still burns
The sweet blood in your veins,
It contaminates your heart.

KITTENS AND PUPPIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Kittens And Puppies

ALONG THE SHORELINE

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash
3LINETALES – WEEK 109

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Stand Along The Shoreline Frolicking In The Surf

LIVING WITH A DISGUISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m Not Sure I Know
When It Happened
It Must Have Been
A Subtle Thing

Coloring In A Book
Drawing On A Blank Page
Singing To Myself
Pretending And Make Believe,
Imagining

WHEN YOU CAN BEHAVE YOURSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was,
Shall We Say
A Bit Difficult
As A Child

What Were
The Words
They Used?

THREE LINE TALES – WEEK 107 – GRANDMAS ARE THE BEST!

photo by Frank McKenna via Unsplash

 BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

AN OLD FASHIONED WOMAN WHO USED NEEDLE AND THREAD

The Cosmos

When I was born, the Cosmos was young.
It’s exponential growth had scarcely begun.
As an infant, I learned to always ask, “Why?”
And the universe expanded with each reply.
Across the island of knowledge I began to crawl
And found not an edge or end, but endless sprawl.

Until, I heard something I knew was absurd.
Even though people called scientists avidly concurred
That the Cosmos was finite and several billion years old,
Who were they to limit what my universe could hold?
When, contrary to the revered “intellectuals’” thinking,
Visceral evidence told me, the Cosmos was shrinking.

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HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

HAIKU: A LEAF ARMADA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Leaf Armada

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