Time and the starlet

Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas

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Curtain Call

Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.

Reflection Haiku

five long years ahead

vibrant, Doppler-blue future

five red years long gone

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Fences of Time

he dug them straight
fences of time
with granite hands
fences of time
no shadows to bend
no stars to spare

The place

The place falls

The place calls

The place reminiscing

The ones with horns

The ones with holes

In the journey

Of the time.

 

The place sucks

The place chucks

The place twinning

With the ray of hopes

In the lost memories

Of the unheard notes.

Time

yellow in swirl, whisper in blue
when silence wears new folds
eyes in green, row over stars
flash a dream for the orange

HE HELD MY HEART IN HIS HAND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Heart
Had Been Shattered
With Pieces
Scattered
Everywhere
In My Life

Shapes

then he waxed those roses
till they lit the crooked shades

pruned stories, oiled memories
painted distances in neat vials

Autumn

    Autumn

 

So many things

are vulnerable to cold—

the cucumber’s crisp

and my sweet basil’s toes,

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-09-04

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

sparrows
truth on their feet
a bed of chirps to dream
home where legs be, legs where heart sings

sparrows

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-22

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

time turns
cotton to yarn
smoke to fire, fire to smoke
fingers to guns, guns to fingers

turns time

Haiku: 2018-08-18

time a crooked glass
mirrors love, on hands of dirt
stained, for spotless ones

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Guidelines for Confession

“Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.” 
― Pericles

They say confessions
can absolve you
They can make you pure.
You will be pristine
as the seraphic soul.

Diamante + Alliteration: 2018-07-28

time
tames, twists
twigs, threads, tales
tresspasses, tussles, makes
molten, mountains
mellows, moves
memory

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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.

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