Curtain Call

Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.

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Reflection Haiku

five long years ahead

vibrant, Doppler-blue future

five red years long gone

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Westward Window

Sierra, my home. Bedroom the sky. Holyholy zoom, the eagles,
directing my eyes I am a habitué, dawdling gazer with
a wide brimmed hat, flounder(er) with my words I trip over
the too large robe of my praises.

Storms

Storms have no vows to speak,
refineries of ejecta and longing,
streaked with insurmountable ugliness and beauty –
polarities is what I’m talking about.
The voyeur in love with chastity, the bones unhollow
and growing on skin as hair,
light as a panther walking on the promenade.
It’s all to me, quite riveting.

Lunar Sea

So are the seas, bright even in this darkness,
Bright like eyes, who’ve not succumb to death,
With lights still inside, peering from the soul;
This is the ocean, and I linger by her, a ghost.

HAIKU: JEALOUS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The sun shines brightly

HAIKU: THE MOST ROMANTIC LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The most romantic

Moon

I love my Lord with a love that is not my own.
I am but the moon, and His love my radiance.

What God Has Done

If it were up to me,
My life would be a shame—

Gone Forever

Washing my laundry, I thought—
The time I have wasted.
I should have invested it

Unexpected Appointments Divine

People are searching for peace and fulfillment.  In my opinion, there is only one place from which peace comes and that is from reading the Word at the Father’s feet.  “In the presence of Jehovah, God Almighty, Prince of Peace.  Troubles vanish, hearts are mended, in the presence of the King.” This line is from a song sung by Damaris

You Never Know

The thing about life is,
that you never know..

You never know who you hurt with the words you spoke,
or whose heart you accidentally broke.

You never know who you damaged every bit of their soul,
or whose shine you mercilessly stole.

Chrysalis

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There was once a caterpillar who stood there,

at the edge of the old hickory’s branch.

Renew

Soft is the twilight that lingers so calm

Reflections of beauty, becoming my balm

Reflections on Reflections – circular poem

photo credit: Anne Worner “Don’t Fall In” CC BY 2.0

reflecting on reflections
inflections of a frame of mind

Wordeling Haiku and Waka

 

first light
reflecting on the river
naked trees

Morning Haiku and Waka

morning walk
silent is the city
– dawn breaks

each morning bleaker
carpets of leaves
skeleton trees

The Wind – Morning Haiku and Waka

the wind
whispers in the willows
a lullaby

Reflections (old and new)

In the waters of the Irwell
I see old but also new
A Manchester reflection
affords attractive view

Bordering the ancient banks
from an industrial past
Residential money means
the buildings here will last

Spring Storm – Free Verse – May 21, 2015

lightening flashes
and the rumble of thunder
rolls across the lake
then the voiceless wind

howls

~ Reflections ~

 

Swimming with the moon
The stars
The placid lake
Rippled with light
Rippled with life
And I sat
On the moons lap
While holding a star

STAINED REFLECTIONS

By Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

She sat by the window in her castle tower
Hearing the roar of the deep sea shore
Watching the waves roll in each hour

Dreaming faraway places his ship will stray
Will he forget her in a night or a day
Remembering his kiss on her smooth brow
Feeling the grains of sand trickle by the hour

Vanity – Quartine – August 15, 2014

 

Vanity – Auguste Toulmouche, 1890

 

Life has its odd little swings
Self doubt can bring your world crashing down
Caught in a fish-net of asylum madness
The dust of an inner alley can chill your bones …

Fragmented Reflections…

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Identity fragmented into thousands of reflections…

Who she was…

Who she is…

Who she will be…

Lost in the myriad of pieces that together make one whole…

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Fractured time…

Shattered soul…

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evening news

skeletons in closets

fading reflections , translucent dreaming

reality stricken days continue scheming

seeing future images , always out of reach