IS A TIME MACHINE REALLY A GOOD IDEA?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes I Have Fantasies
About How Great It Would Be,
To Be Able To Go Back In Time
But Then I Wonder?

How Much Of A Mess
I Might End Up Creating

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INTO THE WILD

 By Charles Robert Lindholm

Into The Wild
            Blue Yonder
Or A Forest
            Dark And Deep
With A Canopy
            Of Stars Above
There’s No Need
            For Counting Sheep

HAIKU: SOMETIMES I WONDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Better that we know

THE CHOICE REMAINS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

choices, choices everywhere

but not the will to think

wanting to just wait and see

and hide behind a drink

DOING NOTHING IS A CHOICE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 

doing nothing’s still a choice

so choose you must

and choose you will

Behemoth

To keep a body inside the ribs of a behemoth roaming
along the shores, we question this, this dying within
a larger shifting breathing form. And this,

this rolling, this captivity, amongst the innards
of a faceless creature; with frequent gasping and clutching
we tarry, and hurry along the tongue-like road.

Shadows of Darkness

And so the shadows cast the darkness
Into the hearts of those who hate

When She Dances

I don’t hail coincidence

as fellow-well-met,

Too astounded at odds,

what’s the chances,

Look Ahead – a Rispetto

Quiet moments deep in thought
Little emotion for others to see
Past experience is all for nought
What the future holds is yet to be.

I Want to Know Why…?

I want to know why I wasn’t brave or strong or true,
Why all I’ve ever done is love only you?
I want to know why I’ve been so selfish and so weak,
Why, when it mattered most, I could never bring myself to speak?

I want to know why I walked away from the love I needed best,
Why you could always be trusted to respond to each request?
I want to know why I promised to honour Him and forsake You,
Why You later had to go and do the same thing with Her too?

Questions

Were we destiny?
Or were you just my fate boy?
Did I walk away?

© Emily Page

In A Nutshell

My entire life I have slummed and schlepped
I have dried up more tears than I have wept
I have lain awake more than I have slept
I have burned more writing than I have kept

Take to the Road

Listen to the engine purr,
all that disturbs the silence.
See the bright lights glimmering,
beacons providing guidance.

I drive alone, late at night,
as most travelers prefer.
Lean back upon soft leather,
listen to the engine purr.