Succulent

It’s been growing in some housebricks
on a pot outside our door
for quite some months, innocuous
Not sure what it was for
But just this week quite suddenly
It’s come into it’s own
As several tall flowers have
spectacularly grown

IN MY THOUGHTS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’ve been holding you
in my thoughts all day
like I used to do
with my girls
at the playground

my eyes were always
watching them
that’s where my heart was
they are part of me
family
loved ones

Going My Way

When first we met,
My sight was set:
I knew where I was bound.
You said your aim
Was quite the same,
And pretty soon I found

Poetry Equals (2)

Poetry =
pictures
painted with
palabras

PRETENDING DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have a hunger
I have needs
we are different
and it’s sad

I am happy if
what I am to you
is enough
to satisfy you

but sharing
time and space
and just caring for
each other
does not fill me up

TIME WITH YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

time with you
is such fun
it’s so easy
to be with you
and it’s such a joy

every second
packed with
as much activity
and fun as possible

like a kid
in a candy store

Haiku-10

Rain rests so lightly
A-top the petals – velvet
light glimmers and shines

 

© L. Rose

Scarlet Letter

She was somewhat of a local legend

what with the way she always dressed in black

An obsidian obelisk stuck in the candy-colored swirl of clouds,

her youthful face obscured by the weight of her grief

Still, she was woven into the community fabric,

an example of the perilous journey betrayal invites

A warning

Half Lights

​these candles you bring

give me shadows half

to lift contours of  your thoughts
in halves

Strong Strings…

Strings strung together
Initiating a melody so robust
A rhythm of love
Transient but strong!

Plucked together
Strings get attached
to fall back in parallels
Just like, we now stand!

Reprieve

Reprieve

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Chasing Shade reprieves

From shimmering summer days

~ To Loss

Loss perched

Perched upon my days
As I walked through life…

Life in a daze

Enduring what could not

Be changed.
O’Prunty

6/25/17

Photo by: O’Prunty

Copyright Applies

In Constable’s footsteps

Went to Brighton to see the original
on short loan from the Tate
It’s quite a lot bigger than the one on my wall
and to see it there was great

A Constable retrospective
representing four years’ toils
When he lived right here in Brighton
with some drawings and some oils

Fly Away to Heaven

“O that I had wings like a dove,
For then would I fly away and be at rest!”
Frequently I have yearned within my breast

Someday

Foamy water laps my feet as if to say hello
Wet sand crunches and shifts beneath my weight
Your sweet voice sings to me
Accompanied by the waves and shore birds

CHOCOLATE TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Chocolate

if you’ve never had it

you never miss it

but once you’ve had it

you miss it

 

you are chocolate to me

and I miss it

MY LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

like a raptor chasing lunch

or a missile locked on target

zooming into you

would be so easy to do

it’s a basic instinct

of my gender

 

but I’m not

a hunter seeking prey

I’ve never ever

been that way

BIRTHDAY WISH 1996

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I don’t remember

any of my other

47 birthday wishes

but this year’s wish is different

 

I will always remember

my birthday wish for 1996

~ Haiku

Mothers floppy hats
Laced gloves line little fingers

I See You

I See You

-Linda Lee Lyberg

I see

You in the light

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

Lines

Pieces of me didn’t break. Socks I didn’t roll, shirts
I didn’t fold. Hardly limbed, I carried
each cup of malice in my clenched teeth, and scoured lands
on ten quadrillion purring wheels, a wave of
stampeding machinery, throwing up trees.

Morning Breaks

haiku

Morning breaks praising
happy songbirds greet the dawn
new day awakens

Illusion: acrostic poem

an acrostic poem

Image of distorted reality
Latent belief in falsehood
Lack of substance
Undermining of truth

SEASONS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

life before you
I was six when you were born
growing up in different parts of the country
tender shoots in springtime
no way of knowing we’d ever meet

becoming friends
looking forward to spending time together
talking, going places, learning to care

becoming lovers
sharing the intimacy of our bodies and souls
bonding together in the rush of oneness

DANCING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

dancing to the music
you always lead
you call the tune
I always pay

dancing to the music
partners in fantasy

THE KEY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she wants to keep the key
it seems rather strange
since she’s left
            the city
                        the state
                                    and me

she needed to distance me
            with time
                        with miles
                                    with an affair

We Are Connected

Credit : my own : en route to America via Korea

Passengers on a journey to a place they must go
They talk about things no one else will know
Weave a story and maybe add some spice
To make their simple lives seem quite nice