HAIKU: IF YOU WANT A FRIEND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If  you want a friend

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

Reunion

When bonds were freshly made
Before the internet
Another lover got between
The two as one, no longer seen
As one with much regret.

Allure

The allure of the ocean
calls often to me
whenever I’m taken
away from the sea
So I have to return
as one does for a friend
as its magic and beauty
has no limit or end

Sunshine III

Sunshine is my solace
and a tonic for my soul
It reminds me who I really am
and helps to keep me whole

The Monster’s Return

My little daughter goes to sleep.
I hope that monster doesn’t creep
Back to her bed to say, “Hello!”
She tells me that it’s wicked, though.

Surfcall

Sun on water
Surf a flat white
The beach as ever
A wonderful sight
Wavelets turning
Watch them fall
The sea in movement
With its call

The poet’s dog

Curled up in a ball
and sleeping as I write
My faithful hound called ‘Obi’
is a lovely sight

The voice of the ocean

Once again as it has
throughout all these years
the voice of the ocean
came to dry all my tears

My ‘ever there’ friend

Took a long look at the sea today
made up my mind there and then
For it’s been way too long since I visited
my dear ‘ever there’ special friend

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What do you do
When the world falls
Apart,
From your place
On the side-lines?

Obi (paws for thought)

Obi (pronounced “Ohbee”)
has been with us for a year
He’s a little brown jack-russell
and he’s brought us lots of cheer
We’ve had him since he was a pup
all plump and paws and ears
And like our older dog we hope
that he will stay for many years

Missing Meadows

Intent on life’s path
We do not see the meadow’s
Beauty all around

Winter Sparrows

A cold winter falls
Sparrows huddle and shiver
Hunger befriends them

Passing of a Friend

Writing many times is an outlet for my heart
Often it comes out after over-and-over I start
I don’t always know the beginning or the end
Yet this one comes from the passing of a friend.

Song of the sea

 

Bold the seagulls’ cry
reminds me of the sea
just a short walk away from home
waiting there for me

Strong the oceans’ call
I can’t ignore for long
brings me back to its embrace
woos me with its song

Constant

 

Life has its moments
Some happy, some sad
But I have my one constant
Of which I am glad
For no matter what
Life can throw at me
One thing never changes
My constant, the sea

My little dog

 

My little dog called Obi
is eight months old today
He’s great to have around the place
for both a cuddle and a play
He’s got some Dachshund in him
some Jack Russell there as well
And he’s got some stupid ears
as from the picture you can tell

My stalwart sea

 

Everyone needs a stalwart friend
There in times of need
and happiness and sorrow
and excitement and pain
and joy and fulfilment
But most times, simply there

All Mine

 

Etched like an engraving
the sight of the sea
is something I carry
always with me
‘Cos it’s inside my head
that’s where it’ll stay
Safely where no-one
can take it away

Obi’s Ears

 

We have a dog called Obi
came to us on fourth of May
He really is a lovely chap
and loves to have a play
He has ridiculous ears
they’re his redeeming feature
Even though they’re quite enormous
for such a little creature.

A moment shared

 

Through the window I spied
with coffee in hand
a small feathered friend
flutter by and then land

Perched on the side of
the larch wood bean frame
to my garden in search
of a morsel he came

For a Friend

oh my friend, my friend
do you know, if i could, if i could
i would walk with you always
when the world grew dark
i would stand with you and wait
for the ascent of the sun
i would be where you are,
i would be what i could
for you.

Ocean Heart

 

I have a heart for the ocean
(No pun intended
no reference to movies
or films here extended)

It’s something that’s rooted
Deep in my being
Helped every day by the
views I am seeing

My home sea

My home sea has a welcome sound
Whenever I’m nearby
Sometimes a shout, sometimes a roar
Sometimes a whispering sigh

Sympathy vs Empathy

Contemplating the post of a dear friend
I felt the pain that was related in word
Reading what others sent as a response
Had me wondering the feelings stirred.

M. I. A.

To many MIA gives thoughts of soldiers
Missing In Action, their fate unknown
But there is a more common explanation
Making It Alone, by strength it’s shown.

Almost everyone desires someone special
That match that makes us feel so complete
And too often accept a poor substitute
While still hoping for that one to meet.

Do You Know How Much I Loved You?

Do you know how much I loved you?
Do you know that I still care?
Do you feel the same connection
That I think we truly share?