THE MARMALADE MOON

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The marmalade moon

spreads across

the still warm

crust of earth

toasted

by the midday sun

Light Moon

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

---

#175 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =  

#162 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =   

THE MARMALADE MOON – REDUX

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The marmalade moon

spreads across

the still warm

crust of earth

toasted

by the midday sun

LONE WOLF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Lone Wolf Lives
In Solitary Silence
He Lays Down
Alone
At Night

A Master Hunter
An Endless Hunger
An Aching Need
He Has To Fight

With beauty

Night clouds in December sky
hide the moon as it floats by
eliciting from me a sigh
at its beauty here

Pausing here to look up high
my eyes they really can’t stay dry
as tears of joy I freely cry
for its beauty here

Advertisement

A HOPELESS LOVE AFFAIR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

A Bite of Moon

doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles

Pink Moon

The moonlight on the water
caught me by surprise
made me simply stop and stare
and open wide my eyes

For here there was a marvel
unparalleled and fine
and on the beach down here this evening
it was entirely mine

Moon of the moment

Crescent moon up in the blue
bright shining in the sky
on a brittle winter morning
really caught my eye

Ethereal there through the trees
daylight just a whisper
I stood and watched her for a while
just in case I missed her

Granite Moon

Granite moon
Grey and old

CALLING ALL ROMANTICS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
Monthly Event,
Full Moon Rising,

Chalk Bones

My cheeks inherited
these whispered blushes.
Above them sits one jewel
in the traverse
of my brow’s flesh,
a stream of teardrops,
permanently nestle
in the body of my face –

A HOPELESS LOVE AFFAIR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

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

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

THREE THINGS – BUDDA

THREE THINGS
Budda

Three Things
Cannot Be Long Hidden:

The Sun,

The Moon,

And The Truth.

A HOPELESS LOVE AFFAIR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

Business Trip

The full moon rises,
Glistening like a fresh silver dollar
As Mother Earth lets off steam
And unbuttons her stifling collar
To feel the breeze of the Sun’s departure.

Eagerly I wait at the window
For my moon to come home,
So I can feel the breeze of his sigh
As he sits on his leathery black throne
And watches me with contentment from on high.

#175 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =  

THE MOON KNOWS ALL MY SECRETS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Moon Knows All My Secrets

Since I Was A Child
It Has Been The One
I Whisper My Wishes
And My Fears To

It Has Seen
All My Sins

#162 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =   

THE WOLF MOON

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Wolf Moon
high
in the night sky
burning

awakens
an inner
instinctive
yearning
in my soul

Lunar Sea

So are the seas, bright even in this darkness,
Bright like eyes, who’ve not succumb to death,
With lights still inside, peering from the soul;
This is the ocean, and I linger by her, a ghost.

Bone Moon

Grey bone, alone
Stark in the star fled sky

HAIKU: HE WAS THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

He was my sunshine

HAIKU: MY SPOTLIGHT

By Fil Cardella and Charles Robert Lindholm

The moon shines brightly