This town of mine

Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory

I’M THANKFUL FOR YOU!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m Thankful For You:

My Wife
My Children
My Family
My Friends
My Followers And Readers

Past & Present

Small boy on the beach
throws pebbles in the air
Can you see the circles spreading
Have they caught you unaware?

Small boy on the beach
chases waves that turn and fall
Can you hear the distant murmer
of that far off echoed call?

Small boy on the beach
walks tightrope on the groyne
Here is my mind’s eye picture
as past with present joins

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Hand drawn creations

3 LINE TALES – WEEK 159 – LETTING GO WAS NEVER EASY FOR ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Letting Go Was Never Easy For Me

I Believe In Happily Ever After

And My Heart Hates My Mind Telling It What To Do!

Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

Inspired From 3 Line Tales – Week 159 On WordPress.Com

THE WOLF MOON – ENCORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Wolf Moon
high
in the night sky
burning

awakens
an inner
instinctive
yearning
in my soul

HAIKU: AS SKIES TURN GRAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm And Karen Meredith-Lindholm

The Winds Blow Cold As

Moments of sublime

I went walking on a hilltop
though I wasn’t really there
And then I was beside the sea
with toes in water bare

I went climbing on a mountain
though it was I think a dream
As really I was looking back
at places I had been

HAIKU: COUNTING OUT SYLLABLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 This Is What I’ll Do

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

HAIKU: I CAN’T HELP STARING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Your Eyes Entrance Me

A Flickering Fire’s Flame

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

COUNTING OUT MY BLESSINGS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Took A Walk
On Christmas Morning
In A Wonderful Cooling Mist
With Plenty Of Time
To Count My Blessings

HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

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

HAIKU: LATE NIGHT TURKEY SANDWICHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Family And Friends Share

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

SURRENDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

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Sinking my teeth into
Firm flesh,

INNOCENT DAYS ARE GONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Oh, For The Bliss
Of Childhood
When We Knew
Nothing
Of The World
And The Way
It Worked

HE BETRAYED HER HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sitting Alone At The Bar
Nursing A Whiskey
In The Middle Of The Afternoon
With A Far Away Look In His Eyes

I Sat Down Next To Him
And Asked The Barkeep For A Beer
To Quench The Thirst
Of A Humid Summer Day

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

I STRUGGLE TO WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Simple
Thoughtless
And Automatic Act
When I Was Young
But Not Now
The Years
And Tears
Have Changed That

Grampee

Merry eyes, wicked smile, teller of tales.
Grandfather mine, I would sit on your knee
hear of Susan, the Mule that liked to kick officers

Reminiscence

Reminiscence,
Drug of old age.
Shackled to
Ghosts of the past,

SOMETIMES THERE IS NO FOREVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Things
Aren’t Meant To Last Forever
And We Are Just Supposed
To Love The Moments,
Save The Memories,

Memories

Soft murmurs in my soul

those fleeting whispers

which drowns the cacophony

of my tumultuous mind

a break, rip and a tear

here and there

and emotions come flying

out like the caged birds,

HAIKU: BUILDING SANDCASTLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

BUILDING SANDCASTLES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES AT THE BEACH