Eyes

I met a widow once,
wrapped in loss.
She said
she could not see a better
day coming.

I looked over my shoulder,
along the long road,  
and gave her my eyes.

Emmaus

To Emmaus for a rummaging
in the bric-a-brac arcade
and later for an omelette
quickly for us made
We found a jug for flowers
but nothing else today
just nice to come and have a browse
upon a Saturday

LETTING GO

By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard The Door
Firmly Shut Behind Her
Then Slowly Turned Around
To Take A Final Look
As The Whisper From Her Heart
Said,

“Sometimes
There Is No Going Back”

The sunshine promise

I lived a little broken
like an old grey bag of bones
and despite the life around me
felt a long, long way from home
Abandoned to no purpose
each day was like the rest
and although the sun gave promise
it felt like second best

Cobweb III

Whilst the year was still an infant
I looked up to the blue
when morning broke with sunshine
upon a year brand new
And the crystal strands of cobweb
caught right there in morning light
clarified that moment
for a truly lovely sight
Spoke to me of truth and hope
and of many joys to come
in this first year of the decade
which has only just begun

Cobweb II

Whilst the year was still an infant
at the beginning of the year
a latticework of cobweb
I cam across out here
It was clearly now abandoned
yet retained a beauty there
so striking and so poignant
that I knew I had to share
For this is quite symbolic
the new from old begun
changing like the spider
and the many webs now spun

Cobweb I

Whilst the year was still an infant
I spied a cobweb freshly spun
Reminded me of what was past
and what had just begun
Spoke to me of promise
and something fresh and new
The ‘gone before’ forgotten
with a dose of morning dew

In times such as these

A long shaft of sunlight
peirced the gloom
and lit up an otherwise
darkly clad room
It spoke of a promise
born on a smile
with a voice full of hope
I’d not heard in a while

Tri-sedoka III (hope and promise)

n these early days
with hope and promise still fresh
from new year resolution
The light is still bright
as we raise an arm to shield
Squinting up into brightness

Days gone by (Auld Lang Syne)

And so these few words
at the end of ten years
to wrap up a decade
of laughter and tears

We’re all ten years older
with the wisdom that brings
and we all must have seen
many wonderful things

Of rainbows and promise

The promise over our house today
in the sky right after the rain
gave us both a feeling of joy
when it with its radiance came

The colour was vivid, the arc of it wide
and though brevity saw its demise
its purpose was clear, one of promise and hope
beneath it revealed to the wise

I’M THANKFUL FOR YOU!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m Thankful For You:

My Wife
My Children
My Family
My Friends
My Followers And Readers

What Comes Before Silence

Death is not bitter
death is a silence
But dying is bitter.
Dying is hard.
With you,
it was the sound.

It was like drowning,
no detail spared,
in slow motion…

with metastases of cancer
that filled the lungs
and grew, sending out
ghastly spawn to live in bone

Vows, on Valentine’s

 

 

When God made husband and wife…

He was hoping that we would…

Surety

I was not mistaken
The light it was there
As the brightness envelops
me here in its glare

That promise of hope
which each new year brings
Echos crescendo
as unison sings

Promise IV

With one foot in yellow
the other in white
My pace takes me forward
with promise in sight

At present the mist
O’er floodplains obscures
But behind it the light
like a bright beacon lures

White

In white there’s essence of the new
January starts the year afresh
As we from hibernation
awaken from our winter rest

January

No.5 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

Galanthus greets this New Year’s day
Snowdrop heads due reverence show
and as a new sun rises
sleep heads all come to know
That here is opportunity
A promise waiting in the wings
heralding the new, a first
Tugging at those old heartstrings

HUMAN NATURE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Forgiveness
Second Chances
Grace
Do Overs

We Don’t Like
To Think Of Ourselves
As Cold
Unforgiving
Prejudicial
Or Judgmental

HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

THREE THINGS – BUDDA

THREE THINGS
Budda

Three Things
Cannot Be Long Hidden:

The Sun,

The Moon,

And The Truth.

On a Hill in Wales, Father and Son

1.

To the beginning son, go back with me
Remember how I stood beside you when…

No, you only remember my absence.

Here we return with precision, an arrow
Fired by the great Tell who reveals us.
The apple on our heads, the gift of Eve
Who saw in us the beginning of Love.

The Four Chambered Heart

Now, where are the words
The heart needs?
Sort through its four chambers
To mix blood for the body to keep moving,
If not forward,
Any motion is better than none.

From chamber to chamber
Soft walls,
Trim dangles,
Ceiling cracked,
Windows frosted with dust.
These images attract hope.

RAINBOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Rainbows,
A Vision Of Beauty
Amid Cloudy Skies
A Symbol Of Hope
And Promise

Depression – 2

“Sleep isn’t just a sleep anymore, it’s an escape”

Teary eyes with Muffled cries

Strength lost and Hope dies

Thread of Life

on this round leaf, of blue and brown
you let me in, a tendril with a heart
curling my feelings, of yesterday
thinning my dreams, into tomorrow

THE GRASS IS GREENER!

photo by Jacco Rienks via Unsplash

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Look Elsie!

Erma was right!

HAIKU: I SURVIVE THE PAIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Survive The Pain