HAIKU: OFF BEATEN PATHWAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I cannot wander

too far off beaten pathways

HAIKU: IN THE DARKNESS I HOPE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

In darkness I hope

for the light I cannot see

HAIKU: BE LIKE THE SNOWFLAKE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Be like the snowflake

live the life you intended

I BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I believe in the light
that isn’t shining yet
I believe in the dawn
of a brand new day 

The darkness surrounds me
the silence is deafening

THE DREAM OF REALITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

the lights blur in the distance

my thoughts are doing the same

surrounded by darkness

with only momentary

and passing

instants

of clarity

and consciousness

LEFT IN THE WOODS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

If you get left in the woods
don’t worry, be calm
someone else will come along
don’t chase after
the one who left you 

First Responders say, “Stay Put”
and they are the experts
when it comes to
the left and abandoned

Despair.

Sitting like a rock,
Not symbolic of thy power
But a being
In despair..

Lows and highs
Of life, for all:
A factoid
But not for me anymore..

Sunny

Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,

PRETENDING DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have a hunger
I have needs
we are different
and it’s sad

I am happy if
what I am to you
is enough
to satisfy you

but sharing
time and space
and just caring for
each other
does not fill me up

MY WORN AND TATTERED HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

forlorn and forgotten
like refrigerator art
once you vowed to love me
but now we live apart

Life Sucks Sometimes

life sucks sometimes, and the music stops
the flow slows and sludges like tar
and blood pounds and throbs in the ear
the eyes and ears search for – something

The Eye Series:

There’s something…
there in her eyes.
For a moment
it flashes then fades.

Into the sun

I’m heading east to Essex
It’s very wet out there
There are raindrops on the window
But I don’t at present care
For I am warm and dry
On a quiet commuter train
On my way to Southend Central
Quite protected from the rain

HUMMING SOFTLY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Softly Sundown comes

to put the day to bed

dusting off the dirt

kissing the hurts

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

FOREVER FANTASY

—- MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

how can my soul be so bonded to you

and my heart hold such love for you

deep inside

Falling Into Me

Falling Into Me

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Standing on the edge

Of the shifting sands of time

Searching the vastness

Hoping to find

Answers to questions

Coursing through my mind.

No Ordinary Love

Inspired by You + Me’s haunting cover of No Ordinary Love

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Reaching across

a distance

more formidable than

miles

fathoms

leagues

you reached out

Broken Angel

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

A Blessing: Yol Bolsun

May there be a road
May your path always be clear
May your journey never fail
May your trail not disappear

May there be a road
May your burdens all be light

May I?

If you’re going through hell,
May I be your drops of rain?
If in your sadness you dwell,
May I ease some of your pain?

If the world has gone black in your melancholic eyes,
May I be a your candles giving out light?
If you’re sinking deeply in your cries,
May I, for once, become your white knight?

Reflecting

credit: flickr.com

Often we stop what we are doing to reflect
Thoughts seem to roam like a grazing cow
Looking back at some detail or event passed
We might ask our self who, what, why or how.

Fair Season

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Shall I Sing in Sweetest Clamor
Harkening Thee to The Glory of Day?
Shall I Listen to the Lark’s Pure Chatter,
Spinning Gold From Flaxen hay?
Shall I Weave this Tapestry

Such a Tiny Thing

Sing little bird,
fly overhead,
rest in the trees’
wavering breeze.
Lift the curtain high at dawn
let the flickering candles yawn.

A glimpse of yellow

I caught a glimpse of yellow
in a hedgerow yesterday
It was quite unexpected
but it made me think “Hooray!”

Ripple and Promise

A ripple on the water
caught my eye today
Squinting in the sunlight
with the New Year underway

New Year Blossoms haiku

Poetry challenge – New Year poem

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Blossom for promise
Twenty-seventeen arrives
pink and baby-like

New Year’s Eve

Poetry challenge: New Year poem

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Last day’s here on New Year’s Eve
Twenty-sixteen breathes its last
The year of fifty-seven summers
fading quickly to the past