Contentment

Tide comes, tide goes
Winds dies, wind blows
Water glistens, water rise
Hours pass, time flies

Down here, on the beach
all of this within my reach

Contentment

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Changing Colour

And today I sat and changed colour
the May sun hot in the sky
Relaxing long hours in the garden
with a long and contented deep sigh

Fever dreams colour

When sleep falters
in fever drams
I think of colour

Daydreams

Every so often
life with a glance
throws a left-field
by happen or stance
which fortune might leave
to whimsey or chance
but with arms open wide
twirls round in a dance

Hibernation

Most times on these cold winter days
you’ll find me snug inside
as chilliness and cold are things
I really can’t abide

Give me a pen and paper and
some music and you’ll see
that I’m content to stay indoors
and let the winter be

Heart

Part 4 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘At Home’ series

At home is where I’ll always
feel contentment with some pride
For this is where the heart is
as the saying goes, implied

HAIKU: I HEAR THE TICKING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I hear the ticking

HAIKU: TRUE HAPPINESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

MY HAIKU FOR YOU

LIFE’S TOO SHORT FOR ANYTHING

Our little garden

I love our little garden
and the space we have out here
It’s lovely in the summer
and at other times of year
And yes, it’s on the small side
but that’s the way it is
So we’re not that bothered by it
as there’s nothing here remiss

Pig

 

This week you’ll find me writing
about an animal each day
So, for Wednesday, here’s a mention
of the pig. ‘Hoorah!’ you say
A whoop indeed appropriate
for this most noble creature
Which I am proud to here include
and in this poem feature

Down to the sea

Finished my work
wandered down to the sea
the freshening breeze
appealing to me
Watched the waves crash
there on the beach
above the tideline
and just out of reach

Sunday afternoons…

Sunday afternoons
A walk, a rest, a cup of tea
This insouciance

Close to the sea

The joy of a home
that is so
close to the sea

Sometimes I can fly

Sometimes I can fly
High above like a bird I soar
and look down to the sea
and the rolling waves
and the white horses galloping there
And I sing

Finding your sublime

Yes, I know it’s winter out there
and it’s miserable and wet
But with your imagination
A little summer I can get
It’s really not that difficult
your mind’s eye is what you need
and a willingness to just let go
and listen as agreed

Time II

Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

Halcyon days – tanka

Woodsmoke lingers here
on the days dying embers
fragrant on the air
It permeates my being
The whimsy of halcyon days

The long mile – tanka

I walk the long mile
the sea sings her songs to me
and I am at peace
In this place my heart and soul
with the ocean are as one

Morning Sunlight

Morning sunshine
streaming through
at the start
of this day new
Forest quiet
this time of day
footfall light
I tread my way

River

I am tranquility and more
my voice a soothing balm
Shining I reflect the sun
to bring you peace and calm
I am river flowing free
my waters smooth and still
Come stay a while and breathe me in
until you’ve had your fill

Simplicity II

There’s rain on the horizon
beyond a silver sea
And watching here from Goring Beach
this pure simplicity
is pretty much all that I need
to keep me satisfied
living here in Sussex
with a certain sense of pride

The beach and me III

There’s no one down here now
and the beach is quite deserted
now the sunshine’s left us
But I’m not that disconcerted

Peace and the sea

Peace takes many different forms
but down here it is the sea
On the beach at any time
but today when it’s just me

Last day of the holidays

Spent the last day of my holiday
at the beach hut by the sea
It was grey down there and windy
but that didn’t bother me
The sun came out from time to time
and there was warmth still in the air
as I sat and watched the kites
on the water surfing there

The beach and me (part II)

It’s much better down here today
the sun is with me and, hey
though the South-Westerly is still pretty strong
it’s blowing me home all the way

The satisfaction of a quiet morning

And in these quiet moments
at the beginning of the day
the peace each brand new morning brings
before the frack and fray
I breathe, I smile, I lift my head
and look up to the sky
safe in this brief contentment
which will always satisfy

Switch House View

From the top of Tate’s new building
we looked out to leaden sky
the only people up there
on Bankside way up high
Early morning entrance
Members only on the door
A privilege to be here
Before crowds fill every floor

Midsummer’s day meadow

Midsummer’s day meadow
is a place that I know
And when the sun has awoken
to its pleasure I’ll go
For here are tall grasses
and wild summer flowers
And I’ll wander here aimlessly
for hours upon hours