YOU SEE ME IN THE SHADOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

You see me in the shadows

but never run away

You look toward me

searching for my eyes

but it’s me who looks away
 

IN LOVE WITH A MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

 

I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

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Morning?

It's been said that the darkness
with the moon in the sky
speaks of the night time
though morning is nigh
Not that you'd know for
there's no light in sight
not even an inkling
in the blackness of night
Yet what is that glow
in the east very feint?
Yes, that is the the day
though at present it ain't!

Indigo

Indigo the darkness clings
though morning apparent is here
Silence exudes its hushed secrets
to a winter daybreak
Movement scant to a waking world
I am discouraged in this warmth
and yet a best foot forward beckons
a step into fading black
as the light spreads from the East

In a Brighton sky

Reflections on the water
in a Brighton sky tonight
moonlight over flattened sea
the pier awash with light
Empty now the beach for chill
with precedence now rules
the water though inviting saved
for shivers and for fools

Writing at Night II

I've been up half the night
as sleep wouldn't come
so I took up my pen
til the morning begun

And wrote down the words
that this page now reveals
as when slumber resists
this writing, it heals

Then as the light grows
and the day takes a hold
I read back the lines
and the story I've told

Nightwrite II

I couldn't sleep
so wrote instead
to get the words
out from my head
The night was hot
the air was still
and slumber failed
completely 'til
the early hours
and cooler times
when I had written
all my lines

Over Brighton Tonight

A sky atmospheric
over Brighton tonight
met us on the beach
reflecting the light

Spectacular was
the view there that we
had to pause for a while
by the night-blackened sea

A TWILIGHT KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit Alone In Silence
As A Summer Afternoon
Slowly Surrenders
To The Evening Sunset

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

Homes

time is water
taped on an unbending light
these pages stand
high eyed frogs
nights hemmed on verdana

Lighty-up-Llama

Last year I got a llama
for my birthday just for fun
it lights up of an evening
powered daily by the sun
And then glows different colours
as the evening takes a hold
from red to green to purple
and blue to yellow gold
At the bottom of our garden
it makes for cheery sight
as along with many others
it glows throughout the night

Magical II

Night time in our garden
just as lovely as the day
it really is quite magical
and charming I would say
And yes I may be biased
but when a things needs to be said
I think it’s best to get it out
than keep it in my head

The small hours II

Here in this silence
With the quiet patter of gentle rain
the small hours while
and my pen scratches

Slumber beckons but temporarily eludes
So I with quiet resolve
capture the mood with words
flowing as the night deepens

Missing Owl

Woken by moonlight
Shafting through my curtains

Coo of Night

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In cathedrals of green.  The stately tall pillar stems.

Dream

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Pigs they oinked till late
Their mother’s scent wafted
Smoke rings up the air
Moon gave a sigh under the voices
They had no night to dream

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Stars III

Yellow, I see them
and myriad colours more
Jewels in the night sky

Stars II

Across the dark void
Brightening the light sparkles
And here is the voice

Stars I

As stars like diamonds
Gathered in a darkened sky
Night became as day

A TWILIGHT KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit Alone In Silence
As A Summer Afternoon
Slowly Surrenders
To The Evening Sunset

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twilight
poured off the nest
life to hatch tomorrow
smiles bandaged on yesterday’s bones

warm moon

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.

Night Out

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

She Swims The Night

She swims the night; the street is her sea. The street is her wave,
that clashes and eats at her tired soles. Unmarried women
don’t walk alone, so she dares it – whispers, Come on, breathy anxious
with wheels going round in her inner life. The troglodytes remain
shut up in their homes, rectangular mirrors smiling in their eyes.

Stay Up

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

A STARRY NIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Starry Night Shines

As We Watch The Majesty

Living the Night

 “People cry not because they are weak, but because they have stayed strong for too long”

 

Yes, I am living the night

For the world outside

But there is a storm raging

In my world inside