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

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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  

AN OBSTACLE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have an obstacle
to achieving inner peace

I do my best to attain
inner tranquility
each day   

HAIKU: I SIT IN DARKNESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit In Darkness

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Twelve months one

No. 6 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Delicate, I bow my head
To the first day of the year
And give to it my blessing
For happiness and cheer

Twenty eighteen, here at last
January one
I bring a snowdrop promise
To the year that’s just begun

HAIKU: DUST TO DUST

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I am made of dust

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From time, to time

All the more
they say,
I switch back
in time ..

To times,
I have been on a high
with all the love
poured with joy..

Open Doors, I search..

A tiring day,
with those drenched brows
I walk out
in despair and no hope..

Looking down
at the earthly floor
I look up
for a shoulder for my tears to pour..

August, 1987

August, 1987

-Linda Lee Lyberg

I wait in the wings for my one true love

Grasping my memories near my heart

I want to shout to the heavens above

But my voice ends in silence before it starts.

ANGEL TEARS FALL

By Fiona Renshaw and Charles Robert Lindholm

Angel tears fall from the sky,
As they lay watching from the clouds,
Saddened by the world they see,
They cry to see our fear.

Glow

When I’ve lit a warming fire,
the blooming flames go licking higher
engulfing piled up timbers-