HAIKU: SHE STUMBLED INTO HER SILENCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She stumbled into

Yet Silence

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Music From a Pale Mind

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Windows of Joy

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Mother of All

trees mumble, sunken deep
on paws, held by silent hoods
loins of blood, hearts to keep
stars on teeth, deep in woods

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HAIKU: MEN BEHIND A SKIRT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To Afraid To Speak

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

Draped in silk

In this precious hour
It is as if I’m draped in silk
Luxurious, awake to morning
Yet still cocooned
In dove-cote doors of slumber

The world still sleeps
Yet I bathe in this
Delicious silence
Where just the scratch of pen
Alludes to magic as words appear

The small hours II

Here in this silence
With the quiet patter of gentle rain
the small hours while
and my pen scratches

Slumber beckons but temporarily eludes
So I with quiet resolve
capture the mood with words
flowing as the night deepens

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

HAIKU: MEN BEHIND A SKIRT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To Afraid To Speak

Triolet : 2018-09-06

where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?

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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home

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Haiku: 2018-08-20

when silence melts down
the drops will show themselves out
voices, submarines

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Silence

Silence
Envelops, encompasses
Is made of a material
That becomes rigid
And shatters at a single sound.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

Twitch

twitch not this silence, my owl
I hear the waves in your eyes
rock not this dark, my owl
I see time gallop down your gaze

Blood on their Hands

First published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on March 12, 2018

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design

Depression

Painted by Me

“The worst thing in life is not  to end up alone, but being with people who make you feel alone”

3 LINE TALES – WEEK 106 – MY SOLITUDE

photo by Samuel Wong via Unsplash

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Take Pride In What I Do, In Who I Am And Why I’m Here

ALL BY MYSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm
I love to sit in silence
in the darkness
in the Backside Of The Night

It’s silent
until I start to listen
intently
to my heart beating

At 2 p.m. I rise, and at 5 a.m. I sleep

Lit, a gaslamp as a sun,
this is the star we have, here,
those of us of the night,
and lately, we have the quiet,
but it is not always so,
for phantoms sometimes eek
from out of mourning souls,
and walk down the roads,
with sways, and heavy heels.

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A pool of silence

HAIKU: SHE STUMBLED INTO HER SILENCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She stumbled into

Big Ben’s bell is silent

Big Ben’s bell is silent
no chimes upon the hour
And all wrapped up in scaffolding
right around the tower

THE ENDING OF THE DAWN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

in the quiet moments
of each day
as the sun
is coming up 

Silent Love in Distant Places

Monorhyme

Deep within and hid from faces
Drawing on the Father’s graces

MY PORCELAIN MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Porcelain Muse

has moved me

to reflect

and write

Shielding Innocence

All those who have travelled this path before
A secret written in invisible ink taken to the grave
Testimony to heart pure as snow, a blank slate
Most dangerous place, vulnerable to temptation
Those who are bitten once, on their guard
Silence seal their lips, guardian angels they are not

A Voice Like Lava Flowed

Once I whispered my truths

to the unfeeling dawn

unheard

my words began to build up

choke me

overtake me

and in the stifling silence