Light house…

Picture Courtesy: Rick Whitacre

I light up
each evening
before sunset as
it’s my duty,
they say, and
because, I am not
allowed to take
it for granted, oh Moon,
‘that you would arrive
tonight’!

Love definition (Part 1)

And there she was,

Sitting on the silky sand enjoying the afternoon,

Watching the sun set over the mystic horizon of the Atlantic,

HE HELD MY HEART IN HIS HAND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Heart
Had Been Shattered
With Pieces
Scattered
Everywhere
In My Life

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

HAIKU: A FLOWER BLOOMING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Flower Blooming

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Meet Again Where the Boardwalk Begins

This moment twists in on itself
A cruel freak show contortionist
Who stares agape, tear-carved
Deltas from his made up eyes.

If only it would twist into a pretzel
With lots of salt
That we’d eat with mustard.
Two kids on a boardwalk,

HAIKU: NO WATER TO DRINK

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Lost On A Desert

On A Surface Wet And Blue

SPEND YOUR NOWS WITH ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Yesterday Has Moved Along  

WILL YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I don’t know who I am yet
for I have not faced the darkest night
nor heard the howling demons
that hunger for my soul

I have not felt the razors edge
nor heard the wooing whispers
tempting me to use it
to let my blood be
the ink of my final poem

A RUNAWAY LOVER

A RUNAWAY LOVER
By Charles Robert Lindholm

She was always better at running away
from the intimacies created by connecting
sexually and emotionally than wanting to stay
for a chance to see if love and commitment
would grow into forever

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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HAIKU: THE SEA SEDUCES ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Sea Seduces

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Words

HAIKU: YOU ARE MY LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can’t imagine

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Se agapo (Σε αγαπώ)

Se agapó, my dear one—I love you, my friend.
From alpha to omega, beginning to end.

Afraid Of Love

come
and look me
in the eye

you know
there’s tension
between you and I

Substitute Teacher

A substitute teacher came today
Your absence to fill

Passion and Purity

Passion’s precious gift
Exchanged between you and me

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The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.

Be Still

Be still, my soul! Keep silent.
You roaring waves, lie down.

Pretend Wife

A pretend wife am I—
My body belongs to you
But another man claims my soul

Fire and Ice

So cold
yet I burn

Eruption

Who sees the heat that in my core
Has made me burn and boil and sore,

Ain’t No Other Man

Don’t know about tomorrow
Today’s the only day that matters

What His Eyes See

She sees the oily shine of a complexion that hasn’t noticed puberty ended years ago.
He sees a radiance that comes from beauty within.

Will You Still Love Me

Will you still love me
when youthful vigor has gone