HAIKU: A MORNING RITUAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Morning Ritual

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Secret

2018-10-05

secrets they stand out
high up, pointed in the ends
in our lives, of spotted gold
in hurry, our nemesis in stone
eyes too close, will see not the end

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Style

2018-10-08

time, it gazed at me
till I dropped my past
truths fold in style

Colors

2018-10-09

pastels rolled their song
into the world we sit upon
sides in dark hem the Sun
colours fuse steady wings

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

Burning

Whether it is dinner
or a forest
that smell is not simply
ash in the air.

The Poet’s Voice III

3 of 3

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

HAIKU: THE HEART KNOWS LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Quandary

I Come From A Place of Fireflies

I came from a place of fireflies,
where men were reasonable and tall,
Where people knew me by who my grandfather was, and his, and his.
Where farmers didn’t block views with trees,
To see at a glance from the kitchen window
How the corn was doing, the soybeans.

THE NEWS OF REALITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Try As I Might
To Live In A Bubble
Away From The
World And It’s Trouble

Autumn

    Autumn

 

So many things

are vulnerable to cold—

the cucumber’s crisp

and my sweet basil’s toes,

Triolet : 2018-09-25

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

thoughts are clouds, let them be
too high for palms, too low for skies
whoever baked thunders and sea
thoughts are clouds, let them be

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Bruised
From the rocky path

Triolet : 2018-09-17

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

life walks in, when words stroll out
a heart to the brim, on edgeless thoughts
minds off coats, wear no face, no pout

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Moving away,
Leaving the role

Farm

My rolling road smooths over the hills
reveals a distant farm house
hazy gray, huddled in trees

Triolet : 2018-09-10

winds don’t scatter thoughts
thoughts could bar not winds
mind with no breath pouts knots

Triolet : 2018-09-09

songs in clay, by a quiet hand
have no voice, need no ears
to fill love when times stand

Triolet : 2018-09-08

pebbles cast no dreams
in pain they glow
under belligerant streams
pebbles cast no dreams
a new heart cast off the seams

Triolet : 2018-09-06

where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?

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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home

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Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-09-04

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

sparrows
truth on their feet
a bed of chirps to dream
home where legs be, legs where heart sings

sparrows

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Half empty/Half full

I blog at Megha’s World

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-29

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

marbles
huddle not close
till you make them ready
as old school bell of yester years

marbles

HAIKU: LIFE IS A PATHWAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is A Pathway

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-28

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

airplanes
fly off my page
to land on your striped thought
for the key in your locked pocket

orphaned

Dreaded Whispers

Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-Asitcomes

Been gardening again… I love this plant.

Strokes of moonlight smother
the inflorescent
whispers of the smoke bush

wavering against twilight’s
ghostly dreams
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.