Skyfeathers

I looked up early evening
to see feathers in the sky
wispy there within the blue
floating slowly by

And it was whimsical right there
cathartic I would say
relaxing and just gazing
at the tail end of a day

So there I stayed eyes upward
as the evening took a hold
and the sunshine started fading
to the sunset with the gold

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Beach IV

The beach is a landscape
when the tide is this low
the sky big and wide
with the shingle below
the water far distant
with rocks in between
with familiar seaweed
we've so often seen
yet it still brings excitement
for adventure and more
which over the years
we have used this beach for

Gull

And high above I climb into the blue
from down below from whence I flew
admiring the unspoilt view
white clouds above me now

My wingspan wide I'll hover there
spiralling down without a care
humans they'd be best aware
as they below me bow

My name is Gull and I am proud
synonymous my cry aloud
heard above the throng and crowd
my presence to endow

Flotsam

float flames, fastened fears
frittered frail, float falcons
flip fingers, flip fortunes

funneled faiths, fresh fabrics
floats freedom, forgone fears
firmament folds, follies found

Big Sky IV

The pink up in the evening blue
divided by the grey
in a big sky above the field
on this November day

It fills me with a sense of awe
magnificence right there
the heavens just above my head
with which none can compare

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

RAINBOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

The Big Black Storm

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

Sky, sea, sand and me

©Jemverse

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Words about Seagulls

I have written of seagulls
(Well, I would, wouldn’t I?)
As, living in Sussex
you’ll oft hear their cry

They’re as much of a part
of a life by the coast
as the people who live here
The sea playing host

Clarity III

And the light this morning
emulates a clarity anew
Captured on the coast road
as I pass with clear sea view
Pastel pinks and subtle blue
Oranges and yellow
confirming absolutely that
I am a lucky fellow

Gathered

The grey blue sky sits somber
till the sun arrives, pink glint and shine
off buildings -faces in the darkened
canopy revealed as blossoms in bouquets.

HAIKU: SOMETIMES I FLY

By Fil Cardella and Charles Robert Lindholm

I fly through the sky

Dancing in the Light

She curtsies to the light, from yonder sky

Deep in the woods, as the night floats by

Tale of a Bird

Up I fly
above the clouds,
but the clouds fly
above me too…

Off I go,
yet I don’t,
that’s the beauty
of an edge-less home!

CAGED

Barbed walls
To which i cling..
Desperate calls
Flapping my wings..

Cant you see
My desire to fly?
I so wish to flee
In An open sky..

EXQUISITE PERFORMANCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The performers start to gather
ready for the show
eagerly I take my seat
in a balcony row

from the darkened wings
I hear them
warming up their song
anxiously I wait for
“Prelude To The Dawn”

Night Sky

Tonight the sky’s darkness

is brightened by a moon bright and full

that quite overwhelms the sprinkled stars

whose continuous twinkle on the Milky Way

is tonight a softer, more wistful glimmer.

Big Sky III

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

threads & thoughts

flying like kites
touching our noses
softly against clouds
heart and mind
worn on a single

Desert Sky

Driving in a roast red desert
Headlights staring into primeval dark
The untrammeled sky glorious

Unto the Hills

–  Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming

“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.” Psalm 121:1

Where do I seek in times of need?

Not with my head down, looking at my feet,

But gaze up high into the sky,

Where the source of strength I meet!

– Photo by Miriam Hurdle

A cracking way to start the day

A cracking way to start the day
riding along the beach
The sea deep blue reflecting sky
and there in easy reach

Part of me would love to stop
jump in and have a swim
But I really need to get to work
and get some hours in

Because I can

Took a walk to Goring beach
(the sunshine said I could)
Because I can and truth be told
if you were me, you would

Skies Folded

Skies I folded, into my heart
Yet clouds buzzed, as bees do
Till a love poured, of new tastes

The Sun I rolled, onto my mind
Yet shadows curled, as creepers do
Till a love bloomed, in new shades

The Fire Within

The fire within, I hold in icy metal
melts every rock, laid high and deep

The lion within, I keep in a fox’s skin
fears no plot, schemed of evil design