Searching for Muse lost

First published on my blog http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on Dec 10, 2018.

Was it that long ago, by

The south seas

Warm waves crashing,

Bursting bubbles caressing

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MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

Earnest

Having arrived, definitively,

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Lived With A Woman
Who Was Passionate
And Wildly Exciting
And It Was Thrilling

SMOKE SIGNALS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You Think Things
Are Going Well
You’ve Been Together
For Awhile Now

A TENDER MOMENT PASSES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Tender Moment Passes
In The Wee Hours Of The Night
With A Glimmering Hope Of Passion
And A Spark That Might Ignite

Location

Between the thumb and the forefinger
where I’m counting and mapping your freckles
as my fingers slide
over your curves
and etches
a map of my universe
where
my soul
my love
my passion
finds solace,

Promises for Life

The world is often merciless,
And loved ones dispense hate.
But you, my angel, came to me,
And I became your refugee.

History of love

Our love is an illusion

a mirage,

like the sun setting in the sea

the light has traveled

from the past

to reach you and me;

HAIKU: THE HEART KNOWS LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Quandary

SURRENDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Last Act
Of A Broken Heart
Is Surrender,
A Final Letting Go
Of A Love That Has Died

I Wish to Be

I wish to be with you tonight—
When evening sky has darkness thrust,
While you and I are still robust;

A HOPELESS LOVE AFFAIR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Full Moon Calls To Me
As She Whispers My Name
From The Midnight Sky

Doors and Walls

The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.

Triolet : 2018-09-09

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

Triolet : 2018-09-06

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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Break

Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Haiku: 2018-08-18

time a crooked glass
mirrors love, on hands of dirt
stained, for spotless ones

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Haiku: 2018-08-16

boats buttered, tender
satin deck to float the smile
words, on tongue’s oars

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YOU ARE MY FOREVER AND ALWAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

From The First Time
I Laid Eyes On You
I Loved You

It Was Love At First Sight,
And You Stole My Heart
Forever

That Moment
Was The Start
Of Me Loving You

Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

Walnut

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Poetry dances me,
with its incorrigible vice.
In the beauty of silence
naked jawbones crack,
a fleshless shudder.

I’VE TRAVELED SOME WRONG ROADS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’d Know I Was A Liar,
If I Tried To Tell You That Life
Has Been Smooth Sailing
With No Storms Or Dangers,
Even A Fool Knows
That’s Not True  

Leaves

ladle long, long lessons
long laces, lullaby long
laconic lustre, lush lines
lisp leaves, lyrical lores

Fields of Lavender

We walked in fields of lavender
on the sixth day of July
On a summer evening
beneath a clear blue sky
Lordington near Chichester
high on Sussex hills
to watch the setting of the sun
A cure to cure all ills

Attention

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”― Albert Einstein

Oh! the things I would do

to make you see my way

I’ll be calm as a pacing river

flowing gently towards its

known fate,