Lazy eye snuggle

A black nose nestled
in the crook of my arm
contented and dozing as we
sat late into an evening there
my soulmate Sally and me

Kew

Beneath the vivid leafy green
this time of year at Kew
Beside the Thames just sitting
early morning with a view

I have a little time to spare
so I’ll sit for here for a while
and write about this lovely place
Sufficient to beguile

The echo of life III

If a moment pauses
and time stands still
If an eye sees
and memories are captured
Then I am the echo of life
Reflecting beauty
I bring contentment

The echo of life II

If a story speaks
and brings a tear
spilled out without reserve
from an eye that knows pleasure
If a landscape catches
and a breath is held long
whilst a moment is safisfied
Then I am the echo of life
Relecting beauty
I bring contentment

The echo of life I

If a brook gurgles
and a low tide laps
If a breeze whispers
and a sunset smiles
Then I am the echo of life
Reflecting beauty
I bring contentment

The Long House

5 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

In the garden out back of the Long House
sitting out here in the sun
The fragrance of jasmine strong in the air
now the early evening has come

It’s peaceful here and idyllic
and I’m so pleased we could return
Here in the East Meon valley
contentment swift to discern

Keeping me whole

Listening to sounds
when it’s raining outside
I can often get carried away
Spine tingles freely
My element comes
and contentment comes for the day

Readiness

The solitude of morning
as another week awaits
Contentment in this quiet time
completely satiates
And with poetry completed
I am ready for the day
My soul shine out there to the fore
to greet what comes my way

With words

At the bottom of the garden
in the sunshine with a beer
I have my little poems book
So why not? Whilst I’m here

My Favourite Place

Silver on a glistening sea
Sings its sweet refrain to me
as I relax here blissfully
in my favourite place

Seagulls flitting on the shore
as silent waves come back for more
Applauding for a long encore
in my favourite place

Embers

Around the fireside, family
A summer evening spent
sharing food and drinking beer
and general merriment

The embers glow with flicker bright
A focal point to share
This was contentment, rarified
for everybody there

Half past three

When work is over for the day
and sun’s still shining bright
A part of me looks forward to
the beach, soon in my sight
The breeze that blows in from the sea
though warm will cool me down
Contentment overwhelms me
and joy replaces frown

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

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