PAPER PAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Prefer A Sheet
Of White
When I Take
My Pen
And Start
To Write 

YEARNING TO BE MARKED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

There’s something
about silence
that breaks
a writer’s block
sitting in the darkness
listening to the clock

Paper Promises

Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.

Origami

I cannot

Be broken

Twice

But life is

Doing its damn best

Duty and the poet

With daily ink, my heart and soul
flows free across the page
Capturing moments of my life
formed into assemblage
I cannot stop, lay pen to rest
or beauty fail to see
My duty as a poet bound
by idiosyncrasy

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As ink lies to paper

My heart on my sleeve
but most times my hand
pouring words onto paper
for posterity and
a memory to capture
one day at a time
recalled in a moment
in verse or a rhyme

Life in Backspaces

Life, made from paper and pen
When nerves tingled, a century back
Before keyboards invented by men
Where thoughts ran as trains on track

Papers Tender

we are papers tender
floating on moving water