HAIKU: A PICTURE’S EGO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A picture’s ego

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Pictures II

Do you have a picture
one close to your heart
Capturing a moment
from which you cannot part?
Perhaps it looks like mine
though I have many, truth be told
Ones I will keep with me
Until I’m very old

Pleasure

We brought a David Hockney print
and hung it on the wall
An early Christmas present
to be admired by one and all
It’s from a London retrospective
at the Royal Academy
to which just under four years past
we went, my wife and me

Sometimes…

Sometimes I see a picture
that speaks a thousand words to me
But when capturing these in verse or rhyme
sometimes occasionally

Saving a picture

Boats on the horizon
on a shimmering sea
the sun above is shining
rather brilliantly

I am on the shoreline
wandering along
my feet deep in the shingle
my heart deep in a song

Winter’s smile

 

There’s a crystalline clarity out here today
in the trees there over the way
A ground frost has visited the fields overnight
And it’s more beautiful than I can say

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Stroking her picture,
I feel her skin
Beneath my thumb.
Watching her twist
And moan,
Licentious angel,
Mine for the
Moment.

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Sitting here
Looking at your eyes,
Peace returns
Driving out,
The anger in my soul.

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Death’s face
Stares back
Where life once tried
To be,
A stepping stone perhaps
To where we are

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Gently rounded curves
Beauty, skin deep
Mirrored within,
My eye
And soul
Held within her grasp,
She comes to mind
Again and
Again

Life, a Fine Camera Shot

Life, a fine camera shot

Be clear with what to shoot

Only one chance you got

Clean lens first from dirt, soot

Stay in your present moment

Have patience at heart

Be subject near or distant

Check the view in every part

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Innocent woman-child,
Seductive flirt
From days
Somewhat recently past,
Remembrance stirred,
When viewed
By chance,
Paths no longer
Co-mingle

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Perfect smile
Without perfection,
Cheeky thoughts,
Sometimes expressed,
Driving me to
Create,
Tribute laid adoringly,
For my muse

The painting.

Poetry challenge: Nonet

I Look into the acrylic world
A universe full of colour
A painted promenade stroll
leads me to wondrous things