Five in the morning

Five in the morning
September, still dark
and as usual midweek
I’m up with the lark
The world is still silent
the night not yet done
though a tinge in the East
shows the morning has come

Words Waiting

I am an early hour
when the quiet of night
shouts loud
and a pen hovers
heavy over virgin sheets
with words waiting

Tactile

I’m not sure where it came from
but the book that I have now
The one I write ideas in
gives lots of joy somehow
It’s a bit about the binding
and the tactile feel it brings
with the strip of leather used to tie
pages and other things

Tri-sedoka IV (poetry in motion)

For inspiration
Eyes to see and pen to write
But mind to see suffices
For here are pictures
to capture with words now seen
for poetry in motion

My window to the world

Sitting here in quiet
by my window to the world
I’m high enough too watch
things down below unfurled

It’s peaceful here, cathartic
so with pen my words they flow
and occasionally I’ll take a look
outside my world window

About a book from Venice

Started last September
Eight months of poetry
My little book from Venice
has served me faithfully

balance

balance

not sure how I got here
influenced by others
of course
the vanity of having a Ph.D. degree
to understand the nature of beings
to find the cure
meetings and people
competitions and deadlines
hiding my feelings and not showing
weakness
perfection in each moment
Stop, breath and listen
looking for freedom
I isolate myself
solitude and silence
writing outside the lines
messing up
letting my feelings explode
between colours and paper clips
to find a balance
to breathe my true-self
next day I’ll be ready
a smile on my face
a word of encouragement
a surprise of a new result
observing the miracle
inside a cell
keeping my words and feelings
for later on
when they will lay down
on a piece of paper

WORDS OF WISDOM FROM MARY OLIVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

“The Most Regretful People On Earth Are Those Who Felt The Call To Creative Work, Who Felt Their Own Creative Power Restive And Uprising, And Gave To It Neither Power Nor Time.”
– Mary Oliver

HAIKU: I WAIT AND WORRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait And Worry

My Beloved Angel Will

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

THE BEST OF 2018

A Look Back At The Reluctant Poet’s Best Of List For 2018
Thanks To All For A Great 2018 And Best Wishes To You For A Wonderful 2019!!

Thanks for being a part of my life this year!!!!
Chuck
The Reluctant Poet

…with a festive smile

I found a moment over Christmas
Penguin Cafe in the air
In the oven, turkey roasting
whilst I was sitting there

My pen, it found the paper
and words came, as they do
from time to time as inspiration
a poem to eschew

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

INSPIRE ME WITH YOUR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Love To Read Poetry
And Watch The Way
Talented Writers
Use Their Words

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When I Read Your Words

Tri-Haiku (3 lines)

Three lines to capture
a life of special moments
with words of meaning

The Light

 

If only

intelligence were a storm

The Poet’s Voice III

3 of 3

This inspiration
found in life and echoed here
Clear, the Poet’s Voice

Adieu!

See the sky

shining blue

color of trust

in a game of thrust.

 

Gaze at the sun

shining bright

color of light

in a game of must.

 

Soulshine

What is it that’s conducive
to a poet’s mind?
The impetus that’s needed
before it can unwind?
That moment inspiration
into words flow from the pen
and beauty spills to paper
to catch the moment when…

Newness

The skyscrapers

In a black city

Attracting the throng

To surrender the things

When the sense

Of newness wears off.

 

Build an attempt

So high

With an aim so tight

To render love

In a warm and vivid

Colors of shine.

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Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

Poetry comes alive

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

With inspiration here

I write with words that always come
formed into lines until I’m done
A synergy that’s oft begun
with inspiration here

Struggle

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

PURITY

He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.