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The fabric of time breathes
Pulling us this way

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Life Support

 

I feel like a slug
searching for something
wet and cold
to cling to, a post
of black metal
sweating
in the heat of the night.

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..

~ As Dawn Broke

~  As Dawn Broke

Clouds merged

Fog lay dense, heavy

Ghostly images of tree lines

Scattered amongst the gray;

PAYMENT DUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We believe that Love is wonderful and fair
but too soon we learn the truth
whether the outcome is a blessing or a curse

Ridgeway

Tombs, forts and settlements
String the Ridgeway
As beads on a necklace
Testifying to ancient use

I CANNOT WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I cannot write in cursive
when I write poetry,
when I write about you
and the life we had 

HAIKU: A WORD FOR DREAMERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A word for dreamers

#Haiku 2: Window

A Butterfly is

Pavilion Gardens

In Brighton there’s a cafe
in a garden with a view
Overlooking the Pavilion
(to some, the palace new)

It’s famous for its rock buns
(though today we did decline)
as we are on a diet
with an eye on our waistline

~ Haiku

Cotton candy clouds
Symbol of Life on the verge

LIVING OUTSIDE THE GATE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

eluding long his captors
and the slavery of the plow
the stallion knows no master
his head will never bow 

The “A” Word

You wore a scarlet letter
At first I could not see

~ Haiku Cyclet

~  Haiku Cyclet

 

Hyperbolic lines

Ratings rant out truthfulness

News media mill

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..

#54 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Poetry =

LETTING GO IS HARD

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

letting go
of the life I had
is harder than I thought 

Sealegs Wobble

We’ve been back home now
for almost two days
with parts of us still out there
in many different ways

It’s called a ‘sealegs wobble’
after a week at sea
A strange but lovely feeling
from a place we love to be

HAIKU: MY HEART REMEMBERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Yesterdays are past

HAIKU: THE DIRT

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

She digs her fingers

The Essence of Him

The Essence of Him

-Linda Lee Lyberg

This life

Infused with love

For my noble Viking

A String of Acrostics

Acrostic Poem – SWITCH

6th Sep 2017

Switch these eyes
Wild and naked
Into my uncertain lust
To make walls of breath
Carry my eyes, into them
Halved by moans

Acrostic Poem – GENTLE

5th Sep 2017

~ Dearest Father…

~ Dearest Father
Your death 
Left a void
An eternal pause 
Beyond the eithers

It Took Me

It Took Me

-Linda Lee Lyberg

It took me

And my life is forever

Changed

Re-arranged

Into a myriad of different scenarios;

Seeking Light

Amidst the turmoil
I face,
The mind still drains
and I still feel the pain..

No tomorrow
has brought a bright future yet..
All I am left with is
empty hands in vain..

Twelve months nine

No. 2 of 12 in the ‘Twelve Months’ series

One-day respite for September
the month of nine is here
A birthstone of pure sapphire
and a message which is clear
It’s flower of birth – Forget-me-not
and Morning Glory too
Synonymous with sunshine
Summer’s end here to bestrew

#Cinquain: Rebuff

Rebuff

-Linda Lee Lyberg

She wore

Wet Feet Are Part Of Life

Worry about me later,
for barbarians are coming over the hills,
carrying long pikes and angry words,
searching for reasoning they do not possess.

My sleepless nights are a gene inside me,
melatonin leached from my skin,
my fascination with the moon, my dark monarch
taking flight to greet the lamps lighted.