Summer Wars

The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.

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Lament (a Cento)

Our one forever,

when it stole through the red gates of sunset
left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass
is yet vibrant with the cadence of the song you might have been.

No longer mired in waiting to begin.

They tell us the night means nothing,
and the candles their light the light.

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

POETRY AS THERAPY

By Lesley Kluchin and Charles Robert Lindholm

A Broken Heart Needs

Poetry as therapy

Yesterday

yesterday, a leaf broken
by hands I know not
found its stairs
on silver feet
to distances I dare not

Lines Between

do I need wait
when I am the time
of your life

do I need say
when I am the smile
of your dream

FLY BY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Days
And Years
Fly By
Faster
Than We Think

Time Seems
To Trudge
Along For So Long
Until It Doesn’t
Anymore

Hour Glass Shine

a tumble to water
a time to soak
a heart to sink

IS A TIME MACHINE REALLY A GOOD IDEA?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes I Have Fantasies
About How Great It Would Be,
To Be Able To Go Back In Time
But Then I Wonder?

How Much Of A Mess
I Might End Up Creating

WE ARE LIKE BUTTERFLIES

A GREAT QUOTE

Time doesn’t heal some wounds…

“Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.”

                                                                         – Blaise Pascal

It doesn’t hurt anymore, for that I must thank you,

Though forgetting promises has become part of you,

In Time

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

SPEND YOUR NOWS WITH ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Yesterday Has Moved Along  

Someone said it’s Thursday

Someone said it’s Thursday
Well that’s just fine by me
‘Cos it means I’ve still got several days
in actuality
And Christmas is notorious
for loosing track of time
I’ve no idea what hour it is
But really, that’s just fine

Steady Pillars

personal photo

LET ME THANK YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I want to take
the celebration of
Thanksgiving Day
here in America
to thank those
all across the
whole wide world
for taking your time
to read my words,

HAIKU: NO TIME TO WASTE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I Hear Tick Tocking

Over and over

A poem with the same first and last words

look now look
speak they do speak
over and over

Crazy

*Alliteration Poem – Crazy*

12th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Corners curl, covered chameleons

Crumple cliches, clouds clone

Clock clawed, chirps cease

Charm

*Alliteration Poem – Charm*

6th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Chasms closed, cherries coppered

Clasps cerebral, clasps caressed

Carry charm, crescent corners

Crescendo creases, canoes calm

Time

*Alliteration Poem – Time*

5th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Talons, treacherous, talons, tired

Treacherous, time takes the tooth

Timeless tresspasses, timely treason

Tossed talons, tremulous trees

HAIKU: TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Do you value time

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The fabric of time breathes
Pulling us this way

From time, to time

All the more
they say,
I switch back
in time ..

To times,
I have been on a high
with all the love
poured with joy..

Towers

The towers, though goliath and glinting
all look the same, with four sides, four thousand windows,
four hundred workers all at their desks, clattering, and stretching

Take an easier path at times..!

The very day
I thought I had
all the time,
I actually had
none..

And now
when I forsee
the upcoming 
wave of moments,
the ticking clock
is already through
and done..

HAIKU: GIVEN THE SAME GIFT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Given the same gift

That’s all

Two legs, that are columns, your roof of bone, blood, sinew,
housing your pantheon, your gods that were born from burnt meals,
falls off your bicycle, windows you leapt from, drainpipes
slid down, hearts your broke with unkind words, papers you tore
and launched off bridges you walked
in the night.