HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

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Clear Day

Blankets are leaving, we are all naked
as newborns, with sunglasses on our eyes.
The bluegreen day with yellow tint
is disguised as grey,
and we can’t blink
until the park is met, until our feet get wet;
it’s a savanna, and the rhododendrons
flare, and my compass knows
the way, the tide will take me out
come noon.

Makeover 101

Our beach hut’s had a makeover
it’s looking pretty swish
and now it has been painted
in bright colour, per our wish

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I hide from her face,

Angels of Dark

in the gentle descent
in formless joy
doors still tight
in knobs of dawn
come angels
without dust

Vibrancy shouting

It was vibrancy shouting
my name out loud
as I welcomed the sunshine
from behind winter cloud

And the stage show of colour
I had waited long for
sang loud with theatre
for raptured encore

This Feeling of Loneliness

I wrote this poem in Hindi couple of days back.  This is a rarity for me.  Hindi is not my mother tongue and Hindi grammar,  specially keeping track of the change in gender of the subject / object / verb combination is difficult for me.  From time to time I did venture in writing a few.  I translated the poem to Axomiya ( Assamese – my mother tongue)   and to English .  Posting these below with English translation first followed by original Hindi poem and then Axomiya translation.
( In the Assamese translation, the translated word for Eerie ( or strange) is a compound word “Advut”.  Even with my best try, my PC ( Windows 10) will not allow this compound letter/ word to be written properly.  So I was forced to replace it with a synonym, Achahua.  

Eerie this feeling of loneliness
Lips have not kissed the bottle

Yellow Clouds

Some clouds are yellow
tinged with the sun
the last thing you see
when a sunset is done

To sunshine I defer

April showers
or sunshine
I know which I’d prefer
Golden shafts v greyish strokes
To sunshine I defer

Lamb’s Green Yellow

In Lamb’s Green the daffodils
have made an appearance
Spring waits there in the wings

And the yellow is welcome as
it speaks of the sun and
echoes as Nature she sings

HAIKU: HE WAS THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

He was my sunshine

HAIKU: MY SPOTLIGHT

By Fil Cardella and Charles Robert Lindholm

The moon shines brightly

HAIKU: JEALOUS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The sun shines brightly

REALITY WAITS FOR ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I wander
in dreams of possibilities
until the sun
chases away the darkness
and my dreams
with a sneaking sunrise 

Changeable Conditions

Big sky over Leigh-on-Sea
dramatic to extreme
with rain clouds scudding twixt the blue
amongst the best I’d seen
The sunshine when it finds the room
is very warm and bright
But the rain squalls cool that down somewhat
So I’m glad I dressed up right

The boy, the ship and me

Part 7 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

Arising early with the sun
the boy looked out to sea
and saw a liner sailing by
where on the prow stood me

Ecliptica

Photo by K. Russell

The sun & the moon

met each other in the freshness of an August morning

and as they embraced, the sun smiled brightly

Elixir

Elixir

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Ice tea

Heat elixir

Sweet, spicy, exotic

Eases the thirsty soul craving

Eclipse

The Moon will try to go between
The Earth and her true lover, Sun,
To darken deeply living green,

warm colors

the sun steps, feet
pressing into
green foliage, washing
her limbs in the blue and
ivory seas – the earth

Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

Ra

RA

-Linda Lee Lyberg

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”

PEEK-A-BOO

By CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM  

A BLISTERINGLY,
BLAZING YELLOW FIREBALL
LAUNCHES AN ATTACK UPON THE NIGHT
PRECISELY WHEN THE COCK CROWS
AT DAWN

IT’S A SNEAK ATTACK
BUT NOT REALLY

Beach

Crunching down the shingle
Drinking the sea breeze
Listening to your chatter
As you throw pebbles into the sea

Corona

Deep in the time of eclipse
As birds bed down and dusk creeps up
We see the Suns halo and crown
Reaching out to her children
Light in the darkness

RAINY DAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

rainy days

remind me

how much I miss

the warmth

and the light

of the sun

Big Sky III

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