Constant rhythm shared

Prevailing sou’ westerly blows
across this grey-green sea
but the sunshine warm, encourages
so I’m content to be
Staying here throughout the day
to watch the sea out there
as white-capped waves comes into shore
with constant rhythm shared

Bedroom Constellations

Loose a bright and strong ray of sunlight,
Wrap it twice, nice and tight around my neck,
And string me up to hang from the plastic stars
That glow in the dark above your bed each night.

I promise not to make a sound as I wiggle around

The dance, the drum

Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged

Mountain of Apprehension

A somber fear grows deep down
That, ere I near the mountain crown,
Silent tears will slip off eyelash cliffs
And tumble down the deep abyss,
As flames lick and lame my knee
Forcing me to falter and flee
To hours of painful descent in defeat,
Beaten by gravity, compelled to retreat.
Gritting my teeth, head bowed in shame,
Drooped with the burden of bearing the blame.

Castle by the Sea

The sun was shining on the bay that day,
And in its radiance I thought I saw the way
To my salvation from this, damn lonely, place.
“Liberation” was written on your face.

You left the beach before I learned your name,
And the memory of your face began to fade
Until that day I found you in the Kyoto snow.
When you gave me your hand, I knew I’d never let go.

Drum

The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet

Poem and prose

And my words with momentum
found pattern and form
on a page full of colour
which for me is the norm

THEY CALL IT POETRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Mosaic

messages

tapestries of truth

woven

with rhythm

and rhyme

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!

Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Writing at night

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

Lyrical

I hear a rhythm deep inside my head
and the words just seem to flow
Mostly moving there in time
sometimes a little slow

The Music

Back lit through the dry-ice swirl
the player comes to fore
his nimble fingers on the frets
the crowd cries out for more

The singer steps up to the mic
narration in the song
the scene is set, the story told
the crowd sings loud along

The walking to work song

 

With reflections in puddles
as I’m walking along
the timbre of my thoughts
falling naturally to song
the rhythm of the world
helps me hum a little ditty
as it’s mirrored down there at my feet
looking really pretty

Rhythmic (chained haiku)

 

Rhythmic, the sea moves
Back and forth across the beach
Waves upon the shore

Leaves falling

Today there are leaves falling
It is time for fleeces
and hot cocoa and open fires
Long walks in crisp air with
a quickening stride
and fleeting looks

Rhythm…

As the music fades
with the rhythm of my drum
I am still dancing

Rhythm

This rhythm
moves me,
finds my zenith
and defines.

One Relationship

One relationship
A life’s marvel
Seed of all relationships
To have firm feet

Melancholy

Abandoned,

cornered,

braced in a corner

blank eyes

narrow

kiss-and-tell

lips draw tight

heart

pumps out-of-order,

veins pulse a staccato rhythm .