August Request

Please consider picking up a copy of “Snowflakes & Ashes…” at Amazon or Barnes & Noble online. The links are below. It’s not a beach book, I’m afraid. But that’s not all bad this time of year.

But don’t take my word for it. From one of the reviews.

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Embers

Around the fireside, family
A summer evening spent
sharing food and drinking beer
and general merriment

The embers glow with flicker bright
A focal point to share
This was contentment, rarified
for everybody there

Secret

When the sands
of our deeper selves
shift, slide, scald
at 3 a.m.,
when buried grief
slithers out again,
the night holds its
breath a moment,
exhales and the Eastern
sky brightens.
Safe again, we wake.

Simply Because

And again I found my way back to the beach
the sun enticing me there
Peeled back the wearisome stab of mundane
to a world without worry or care

The sound of the sea in a brisk August breeze
caressed and soothed as it does
Bringing me back to the place I belong
here in Sussex and simply because…

Blue II

Night of blue
Stars align with moon
Bright sky
Clarity subsumes
All within its grasp

Music III

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
making me whole

Dandelion II

Awakened by sun
petals stretched out
Full bloom
I exude yellow
and smile

Half past three

When work is over for the day
and sun’s still shining bright
A part of me looks forward to
the beach, soon in my sight
The breeze that blows in from the sea
though warm will cool me down
Contentment overwhelms me
and joy replaces frown

Beach

There’s a lady with a cup of tea
who comes from time to time
Sits on the shingle for a while
when the weather’s fine
And sometimes when the wind is strong
colour fills the sky
as kites takes to the sea and surf
and pass me swiftly by

Synergy

Found I shared a synergy
earlier today
with a kindred spirit
many miles away
A passion shared in music
awakened by a song
heard across the airwaves
to which we sang along

Holloway Circus

So I’m sitting in a hotel room
A pagoda down below
Traffic on the circus
Moving family slow
In Birmingham on business
But I’ll be home tonight
And tomorrow I will have the sea
Back within my sight

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

Marylebone

Sat outside in Marylebone
the summer evening warm
I think we’re getting used to this
as if it were the norm
Perhaps it is as it’s been weeks
since we saw any rain
and several months have passed us by
since summer time it came

Brightening

Just a few words is all it takes
to change the way I feel
Escapism? maybe sometimes
but they have the power to heal

Just a few words each morning
finds a way to say
something new to bring a smile
and brighten up my day

HE LEFT US A LEGACY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s A Legacy  

He’s Left The World In His Words

Paul Lenzi, Poet

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Please take some time and visit Paul’s Archive at Posey and Polemics

Slow Season

There are paddle boards and kayaks
Inflatables and yachts
And barking dogs just running
and calling all the shots
There are diamonds on the water
glistening in the sun
with the sound of wavelets breaking
on the shore by everyone

I am your words

I am your words
there for the taking
Sometimes accepted
other times not
Yet always captured
For I am yours
and always will be
To use as you will
and leave as you choose

Shadow Wave

Shadow cast on turquoise
I raised a hand and waved
One finger on the shutter
for the photo that I saved

Twelve months revisited

I wrote a poem for every month
twelve times throughout the year
Published on the first of them
whenever that drew near

Because we can II

Staying til sunset
down at the beach
is something we do
‘cos it’s in easy reach
We might have a swim
or relax in the sun
but whatever we do
we always have fun

Ever Present

The sun has shone for several weeks
and England’s seen no raining
But I’ve been on the beach most days
so you’ll not hear me complaining

A child of summer, this for me
is perfect beyond measure
Blue skies every day and warmth
revealing summers’ treasure

Wordsmith II

My pen touches paper
words turn to form
A poem appears
which for me is the norm
For I am a wordsmith
creative for those
who’ll read what I’ve written
in poem and prose

Heaven sent

Lavender is heaven sent
bringing peace and contentment
typified with fragrant scent
expressed here in this sentiment

In sunshine

Lancing beach
the sunshine
the water, flat and calm
Lazy days in summer
the breeze, a gentle balm

New Treasures

A pen and a poem
and in just a few words
By the hand of a poet
new treasures unfurled

Got a new pen

What once was Brighton’s bead shop
now sells stationary
Upmarket and pretentious
but good enough for me
For on a shelf, bright colours
a row of writing pens
So I just had to have one
as I do that now and then

Jem’s new hat

Wandered round in Brighton
brought a brand new hat
Blue to match my sunglasses
Sylish (that’s a fact)
Felt much like a rock star
walking round the place
with lovely Brighton people
and a smile upon my face

That lavender time again III

No.3 in the annual Jemverse ‘Lavender’ series

On twenty-three seven
it seems every year
a lavender rhyme
will often appear
For it is at this time
that my harvest is due
so I’ll always have words
to share here with you