Faith, Creation and Creator

First posted on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on May 15,2018

Rose is a rose
By any other name
Creator, not sanctioned by
One’s own faith
Why is not the same

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Of the sun

Winter clung fast
to April’s last day
with rain and strong winds
to greet first of May

Yet there is still time
for the sunshine to come
with promise of summer
born of the sun

Under rainbows

Walked home under rainbows
in a leaden sky
Gave me pause to wonder
as I hurried by
The hope left in that promise
all those years ago
With rain and shine a beauty
ever there on show

BST

All hail to lighter evenings
with British Summer Time
A promise waiting in the wings
of warmer things in line

And walking home this evening
the birdsong in the air
proved to me they thought the same
and shared that promise there

RAINBOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Rainbows,
A Vision Of Beauty
Amid Cloudy Skies
A Symbol Of Hope
And Promise

About time…

Although it’s still winter
by the library today
I spotted some blossom
in the trees by the way

Twelve months three

No 8. of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

The most appropriate flower
that the first of March could bring
is the daffodil with yellow
which promises the Spring

HAIKU: A PROMISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Promise

Silence – A Punishment

Painted by Me

“Truth is like surgery, it hurts but cures. 

Life is like painkiller, it cures but has side effects forever”

The Promise II

Outside the weather
reminds me again
that winter’s still here
with the wind and the rain
It’s blowing so hard
with a howl and a moan
from the cold of the north
where it’s festered and grown

Brilliant

The glare was quite brilliant
from the bridge with the blue
and the sunshine so bright
that it looked almost new
The river was brimming
the tide really high
with soft wavelets lapping
as I wandered by

THE PLEDGE OF MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Eyes
Will Always
Answer You
Wonderings

Twelve months one

No. 6 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Delicate, I bow my head
To the first day of the year
And give to it my blessing
For happiness and cheer

Twenty eighteen, here at last
January one
I bring a snowdrop promise
To the year that’s just begun

There was gold…

There was gold on the horizon
Out there across the sea
As we drove back into Shoreham
My soulmate, Sal and me
It filled the sky above us
With clouds tinged pink and bright
Heralding a promise
As we’re told to bring delight

A soliloquy for Christmas

A soliloquy for Christmas
with a little introspection
Thinking of the year that’s been
in pensive contemplation
And looking forward to the next
anticipation growing
For all the promise that’s in store
A smile, as I’ve the knowing

THERE ARE SECRETS I CAN’T TELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

There are secrets
I can’t ever tell, 

well,
at least not
until
I reach my
final destination
in hell 

Yellow Three

Seven colours, seven days
Yellow’s here today
The third one in the rainbow
and my favourite, I’d say

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.

Big Sky III

With a big sky over mudflats
out in the estuary
The rain it seems has left us
momentarily

Promise in store

The daffodils are past their prime
but here at Horsted Keynes
The sunset comes at eight o’clock
and we all know what that means

Easter smiled

Poetry challenge: Easter poem

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Shadow of a crown of thorns
upon there on the wall
Contrasted in the brightness
sweetest thing I saw

Wintertime tangents

Off at a tangent
at this time of year
When it’s still wintertime
but the spring is quite near
It’s getting lighter each day
and at evening time too
And though trees are still bare
there are signs of the new

Ripple and Promise

A ripple on the water
caught my eye today
Squinting in the sunlight
with the New Year underway

New Year Blossoms haiku

Poetry challenge – New Year poem

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Blossom for promise
Twenty-seventeen arrives
pink and baby-like

New Year’s Eve

Poetry challenge: New Year poem

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Last day’s here on New Year’s Eve
Twenty-sixteen breathes its last
The year of fifty-seven summers
fading quickly to the past

Curtain call for the year

It’s the night time now
the end of line
And, like ships in the night
with silent ci-devant passing
this is the shadow time

Yuletide Promise – tanka

Christmas in the air
from a large Yankee candle
A fragrant garland
hints of promises to come
within its flickering flame

Holding Promise

Over Worthing Pier
A rainbow holds the promise
Sunshine always sings