WEEDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The seeds of love he planted

grew deeply in my heart

He wrapped his love

around my world

in a romantic

work of art 

Start VIII

8 of 12 in the ’12 months VI’ series from Jemverse

It's the first day of April and typical showers
I'd like to think here will be absent, not ours
For we've had quite our fill in March that's now past
of rain falling down, enough to well last
and do us for Spring which I hope is now here
Now April's upon as at this time of year

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HAIKU: A PASSIONATE KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

A passionate kiss

Last day #3

3 of 12 in the ‘Last day 23’ series

 

Gracious! March has been and gone
and summer time has started
the clocks now changed to BST
now winter has departed
And as a child of summer, me
I'm jolly chuffed with that
as I can now look forward to
some warmer days in fact

UNSPOKEN EXCHANGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

her body
            for my heart
access
            for my freedom
her heart
            for my soul
her fear
            for my hunger
security
            for need 

Unconditional (reprise)

Concluding the ‘My very best’ series (12 of 12)

I don’t ask for much in life
I settle for the least
A bed to sleep in, warm at night
And now and then a feast
A little exercise most days
In the garden, out the back
Some water there to quench my thirst
And perhaps. sometimes. a snack

MY WORN AND TATTERED HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

forlorn and forgotten
like refrigerator art
once you vowed to love me
but now we live apart

HAIKU: DELICATE FLOWERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Delicate flowers

Stepped on a crack

10 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Stepped on a crack in the pavement of life
And heard something chasing me
Turned and saw the bears of the night
Bricked it, suddenly

Ran so hard I thought I would die
But the bears were still hot on my trail
Panicked, I thought of a way to be free
But thought it would probably fail

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

Percy Penguin (again)

9 of 12 in the ‘My Very Best’ series

I once knew a penguin called Percy
He was a good friend of mine
He lived in a hole in the garden
And came out when it was fine

When the sun shone bright in the sky overhead
He came out of his hole in the ground
And we’d chase each other in the garden
Around and around and around

Never (ever) whatever

8 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Whatever you do, Whatever you take
Whatever you see, Whatever you make
Whatever you carry, Whatever you use
Whatever you give, Whatever you lose
Whatever you love, Whatever you cherish
Whatever you hold, Whatever you perish
Whatever you tarnish, Whatever you clean
Whatever you muster, Whatever you glean
Whatever you think, Whatever you feel
Whatever you break, Whatever you heal
You are, as am I, not simply whatever
But really quite special, so never say never

(more) Music

7 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Lurking fog and drizzle falling
the sea a greyish green
Waves like monstrous ogres rising 
tossed by winds unseen

Alone on dampened shingle
taste of salt upon my lips
Braced to ocean’s vigour
gazing out to windward ships

I am the only audience
for this winter serenade
A symphony composed for one
perfect and uniquely made

WORN OUT BELIEFS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 
worn out beliefs

from long, long ago

linger inside me

why, I don’t know

(a return to) Lancing Beach

6 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Lightest of breeze, Sea in the air
Sounds of children playing down there
Green on the shingle, Cabbage White
Occasional bird in lazy flight
Blue of the sky, blue of the sea
White wispy clouds, soft buzzing bee
Shimmering distantly Worthing pier
Sometimes hazy, sometimes clear
Moored on horizon, fishing boats
Whilst nearer in shore swimmers float
Out to the east is Brighton’s sprawl
High in the air a seagull’s call
Perfect now the weather’s fine
Lancing Beach in summertime

MEMORIES GONE ROGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I keep secrets and memories
buried deeply in my heart
the ones I treasure most
locked away from my mind

(a return to) Something interesting

5 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Show me a colour, one that describes me
Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes
It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days
Curled in a ball and shivering,
It longs for a blue that paints the skies

I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette
One I have used many times, mixing over and over
as old and dusty colours
lend their way to young ones bright and new
Blending easily with the marks I have made

Watching (revisited again)

3 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground
I shouted loud, could not be heard
Save by a high fly seagull bird
Green and blue the waters came
Crashed and turned and crashed again
Alone I stood and marvelled still
At those impressive seascape hills

IMAGINARY ARTIST

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Painting On A Canvas
That’s Wider Than The Sky
With All The Hues And Colors
The Limitless Mind’s Eye 

Footprints

3 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

In the sand we saw footprints that led to the sun
and we followed them true for a while
but then a distraction called from one side
so we scurried away with a smile

But the smile of distraction soon turned to a frown
and could never hold us for long
as we realised its shallow deception
and grew tired of its welcoming song

THANK YOU FOR LEAVING ME (REFLECTIONS ON THE TRUTH)

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 I wish I would

stay angry

the way they say

I should

But I’ve learned

that letting go

makes me feel so good

She breathes

2 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Two springtime trees, unfettered
she moves there with the breeze
through branches stretched, awakening
with budded fresh green leaves

She embraces for a sweet caress
touching all she sees
her warming breath of soft sunshine
from winter's pale white knees

She rises to that warm embrace
as tears are swiftly freed
replaced with Springtime's cheery smile
as with new life she breathes

Summer’s child (revisited)

1 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

The winter’s shadowy clouds have past
And Summer’s child is here
To warm the cockles of our hearts
And fill our eyes with cheer
Summer’s child is pure and free
Her breath is fresh and new
Her hands give life to grass and tree
Beginning summer true

THE NAKED PIANO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Sitting on a stage

in a solitary pose

like a model

with no clothes

 

No clothes

to hide the beauty

that we see

and the magic

that we hear

 

Transfixed

we cannot

look away

My very best

When you write something
of which you are proud
and brings you a smile
and makes you shout loud
'Cos you know that the words
which have come from your heart
are worthy to share
and to others impart?

LIFE IS A JOURNEY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

each day is like a journey on a frontier trail
the fellow travelers change depending on the
time, place and destinations
fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives,
friends, relatives, classmates and coworkers come and go 

Et Voila!

Dog walkers walking with plenty of dogs
some running free some on leads
the river meandering down to the sea
with ducks hiding there in the reeds

A grey sky above but the chill is now gone
and there's no wind at all here today
There's even a hint of blue through the cloud
out there in the spread of the bay

I’M JEALOUS OF THE WORDS I WRITE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m jealous of the words I write

knowing they’ll be touching you

deep in your heart, while we’re apart

and I’m alone in the night without you