Eunice

Eunice came and did her worst
to Southern England's shore
threw her toys out of the pram
and then came back for more
tossed the sea to caldron surge
with shingle in the air
flinging them to landward
without a thought or care
and then when she was done and spent
she sulked and slunk away
leaving us to count the cost
from this rough stormcast day

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Atmospheric IV

Atmospheric I think you might say
of the beach at Shoreham this evening
with the white of the surf from the waves on the shore
and the taste of salt they were leaving
The wind caught our breath and took it away
as we leant to sou’westerly facing
and a laugh shouted loud at the thrill of it all
was lost in the ambiance bracing

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Lived With A Woman
Who Was Passionate
And Wildly Exciting
And It Was Thrilling

Night Out

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

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A howling heard throughout the
House

I CHASED THE STORM

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Chased The Storm
And The Blinding Light
That Mesmerized My Heart

Ophelia’s Gift

Rust red sun
Burns through yellow grey clouds

HAIKU: WEATHER’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Weather’s wrath came

HAIKU: MOTHER NATURE’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Mother Nature’s wrath

HAIKU: THE STORM APPROACHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The storm approaches

WAITING, SIMPLY WAITING (FOR YOU)

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A little forest cabin

Just off the beaten trail

It’s nothing grand or fancy

But it’s me in each detail

Sitting by the fire

Her Name Was December

Inspired by the name of a Matthew Mayfield song

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Her name was December

she blew in with the last autumn leaves

swirling red, yellow and orange

‘round her head

She could be warm

like golden lights in a window

The Eyes Series: The Storm of the Eye

There’s a storm
that resides in her eyes –
swirling, blowing –
destroying inwardly

The Storm

The Storm

by R. Saint Claire

Sheets of ocean pierced by Titans
Channeled on Leviathan’s back,
Swells and lolls, crests and heightens,
Mounting Sky’s sulphuric crack.

Haiku – 4

direful clouds roar in
storm rises – twisting swiftly
wind high and growling

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Rise and fall
Rhythmic sway
Side to side
Listening to the rain’s
Pitter and Pat
As the people
Stagger to and fro

The sea from safe distance

The mischievous sea
with the high winds last night
is tossing and turning
and a fabulous sight

I’d not want to be out there
in the chop and the churn
But I’ll stand on the shore
for some lessons to learn

The window and the rainbow

Saw a rainbow through the window
travelling on a train
Huge black clouds behind it
bringing lots of rain

Into the Storm

In the distance far behind me
A tree stands faintly showing
Wrapped within a cape of white
Amid the sharp winds blowing

Sussex shores and breath taken

 

Muddy brown midst churning waves
I hear the ocean sing
with yellow skies beneath the grey
and seagulls on the wing

Bathed in yellow ochre

 

Bathed in yellow ochre
as through the clouds the sunshine broke
the sea reflecting breaking skies
as the storm removed its cloak
And settling there for brief respite
although the waves still towered high
we marvelled at the setting sun
beneath a darkening sky

Lost, found and kept

 

Lost to shouting seas
Found with murmuring ones
Kept upon a whisper
When the silence comes

Snatched when anger’s present
Gathered when it’s calm
Shared upon a whisper
When words become my psalm

The last laugh

 

It’s raining leaves out there
they’re just pouring down
The wind’s blowing a ‘hoolie’
and the trees wear a frown
By the time the storm’s over
they’ll be naked and bare
and the winter will laugh
at their bashfulness there

Storm and shout

 

The excitement of a thunderstorm
always brings a thrill
A flash of light and then the count
the waiting then until
A roll or clap of thunder
like a party in the sky
The same for when it’s miles away
or really close nearby

Exciting

Mugginess building
Yellowing skies
reckon we’ll soon be
in for surprise

Distant rumbling
of the thunder
Overhead dark
clouds asunder

Lark Song

 

The air is magnetic
And enigmatic
Light pulses and throbs
Through the trembling sky
Black as night
Black as the black venom
Running through your veins

A Quiet Note

a flight from red fires to white ice
touches the story of two silences
one, pulverized in a volcanic storm
other, reclining on a pond of calm

The ocean of life

Out in the ocean of life
Tossed by the menacing seas
I struggled like a ship without radar
To find my way home