Like a Mirror

A clear alpine pond
A serene reflected moon
But what lurks beneath?

HAIKU: ELEVEN OLD MEN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Eleven Old Men

I’M HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Is The Truth,
The Whole Truth
Really Important
For Everything
You Know And Believe?

QUIETLY WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO BLOSSOM

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

She was hiding
in the shadows
in the corner
of the room
while couples
filled the dance floor
she was there alone 

BETTER UNSAID

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

like a joke

that goes over

your head

 

and the meanings

that hide

between the lines

HAIKU: THE SECRETS YOU KEEP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The secrets you keep

in the shadows and darkness

Blend In

That’s me there –
in the hallway –
hands in my pockets, I make myself small.
My eyes to the floor,
I weave my way class-ward
trying to blend in to the walls

Springtime in dark corners

Cowering from the winter
Springtime hides away
Hiding in dark corners
through the chill of day
But far from wasting time
a build of confidence begun
which will when time is right
burst out brightly with the sun

Nameless

I took down the photographs of you that stood on the Moroccan inlay accent table at my elbow. I replaced them with jewel-tone vases and miniature orchids, a tiny version of the ones in your greenhouse. Your scarf is gone too. I want to remember winters that are more like the ones you know, the ones that I always teased you about. More like Muncie and less like Muncey. I gave it to a homeless man who had long hair and a beard and looked not in the least like you but made my heart leap nonetheless.

Masked

I am not who you see
Not who you think me to be
The real me, no one knows
If anyone cares, no one shows

It’s easy to feed lies
When I have a disguise
I can’t even tell who I am
My personality is just a scam

It’s become routine to keep up the act
It no longer takes any effort to enact
I’ve become victim of my own devise
And it’s leading me to my demise