A Sussex view

Sun sets on a winter sea
Golden ‘cross wet sand
as we go walking at low tide
as lovers, hand in hand

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In sunshine revisited

No.3 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

Lancing beach
the sunshine
the water, flat and calm
Lazy days in summer
the breeze, a gentle balm

People out
enjoying
conversation, light
Barbecues and beer
the sea, a lovely sight

A walk on the beach

It’s the day before Christmas
so a walk on the beach
seems like a plan
as it’s in easy reach

And tradition would have it
that on this day every year
All Crouchers together
go walking with cheer

Of seagulls and the drive to work

Each morning on the way to work
we drive beside the sea
Watching seagulls on the wing
my soulmate, Sal and me

It really is magnificent
to see this day by day
and we’d not swap it for a thing
as we love it just this way

Of seagulls and home

Although it is still dark outside
Above, the seagulls’ high
Tells me that the day is here
with that familiar cry

I’ve heard that sound ‘most of my days
E’er since I was a lad
It speaks to me of oceans
and by it I am glad

The safe warmth of home

Steel grey seas with iron chill
it’s with whimsy that I peer
at the beach I know so well
in summer brings such cheer
Yet now the winter’s icy hand
has me firmly in its grip
As grey green waters frenzied churn
with northern winds are whipped

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

Seascape

If I do nothing else today
the one thing I will do
Is sit down on the beach a while
and watch the lovely view
For I will never tire of this
The sea, the sky, the sun
Particularly when like now
My working day is done

To feel the sea

A ship is out there sailing
I can’t see it but it’s there
Out upon the ocean waves
of me, it’s unaware
And yet a synergy akin
we share both it and I
Affinity with ocean wide
as both go passing by

Sitting by the Sea

I’ve sat by the sea in Croatia
I’ve set by the sea in Spain
I’ve sat by the sea in Turkey and Greece
but it’s never quite been the same

I’ve sat by the sea in Gibraltar
I’ve sat by the sea in France
I’ve sat by the sea in Montenegro and Crete
but it’s always like taking a chance

HAIKU: HOME TO THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Ancient Snow Turned To

Ice, Glaciers Carving Fiords

With Grace

Mine’s the only beach hut open
yet the sun is shining bright
The beach is quite resplendent
but there’s no one else in sight

Every Ocean

3 of 3

Sailed every ocean
over several years
They’ve given me joy
and also some tears
Yet great as they are
I will always defer
to the sea here in Sussex
the one I prefer

Many Oceans

2 of 3

Sailed many oceans
but the one I love most
is the strip of the channel
off the Sussex coast
For its here that my heart
just knows it’s at home
with the sea on the doorstep
all my life I have known

Several Oceans

1 of 3

Sailed several oceans
then came home for a rest
as the ocean of home
is always the best
For it’s here that my heart
with the sea that I know
will always stay true
wherever I go

My contentment

I sit in the sunshine
the hours pass me by
just watching the sea
‘neath the blue of the sky
There’s no one else here
I’m completely alone
Just the sound of the sea
on a beach that’s my own

Mostly Cloudy

Came down to the beach hut
It was overcast today
But it was still cathartic
looking out to seas of grey

The temperature was balmy
and there was a little blue
So the sunshine would be coming
on a promise, this I knew

My Favourite Place

Silver on a glistening sea
Sings its sweet refrain to me
as I relax here blissfully
in my favourite place

Seagulls flitting on the shore
as silent waves come back for more
Applauding for a long encore
in my favourite place

Eyebrow of the sun

15 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

The expression of the sun
as it set on our last day
across the sea out to the West
was a marvellous display
The gold across the ocean
on the water spoke to me
as I heard the voice of sunshine
and the echo of the sea

The Sea Organ

7 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

In Zadar on the water’s edge
outside the city wall
the sea organ plays music
to delight us and enthral

Powered by the ocean waves
as tidal waters flow
soft, deep sounds are heard by all
from movements down below

Through the porthole

No. 6 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Outside our porthole as we sail
the water rushes by
Sometimes a flat calm and
sometimes waves are high

This morning we saw dolphins
which was as lovely as could be
Whilst tonight at dusk the moon was bright
shining on the sea

Into Gold

4 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

We sailed into the sunset
quite literally into gold
Leaving Bar behind us
to Korcula’s island old
The sky turned red around us
The sun sank to the sea
as into arms of gold we leapt
quite romantically

Soulshine

What is it that’s conducive
to a poet’s mind?
The impetus that’s needed
before it can unwind?
That moment inspiration
into words flow from the pen
and beauty spills to paper
to catch the moment when…

Simply Because

And again I found my way back to the beach
the sun enticing me there
Peeled back the wearisome stab of mundane
to a world without worry or care

The sound of the sea in a brisk August breeze
caressed and soothed as it does
Bringing me back to the place I belong
here in Sussex and simply because…

Beach

There’s a lady with a cup of tea
who comes from time to time
Sits on the shingle for a while
when the weather’s fine
And sometimes when the wind is strong
colour fills the sky
as kites takes to the sea and surf
and pass me swiftly by

Slow Season

There are paddle boards and kayaks
Inflatables and yachts
And barking dogs just running
and calling all the shots
There are diamonds on the water
glistening in the sun
with the sound of wavelets breaking
on the shore by everyone

In sunshine

Lancing beach
the sunshine
the water, flat and calm
Lazy days in summer
the breeze, a gentle balm

Favourite Things

The beach at any time of year
The sea, my friend, to bring me cheer

Lavender in purple fields
Walking in the Sussex Weald