REAL TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Separated by time and space

denied the warmth of Her gentle embrace

Her words they kiss me, though I know

I will never touch Her face

The Gifts I am Given

The mirror  that I look

at myself in is

old

dark

fractured

wavy

distorted

Hamlet’s Words

Hamlet called them words
in his feigned madness.
To him they were words – mere words,
but to me they might mean so much more.

I am poetry – haiku

I am poetry
My words drip on to the page
with elegant form

The backside of the night

At the backside of the night
I gave in, got up and then
tippy-toeing down the stairs
grabbed my book and pen

Little Words

Little words

Can tumble

Out of

Mouths

Into ears

Writing at night

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

Phantoms No More

You took the phantoms
from my life
locked ’em up and out of site
with gentle hands, a simple kiss

Cardiff

Made my way to Cardiff
on a Sunday afternoon
Six hours on a railway train
views from hotel room
The city streets below me
Welsh and English on the signs
Old and new in contrast
amongst the ancient lines

The Blank Page

Awoke to a new day sunrise
like a blank page in a book
And with my pen there poised and ready
paused for a lingering look

A journey begun…

 

I try to write a poem every single day
Sparing time for words about working or just play
About eating stuff or sleeping or drinking cups of tea
Or listening to music or walking by the sea

Writing

A problem that we poets face
with discomfort and malaise
Is to not feel much like writing
for days and days and days
But then all of a sudden
something will inspire
And then not much can stop us
as we really are on fire

Meantime here’s some cyclamen…

I’m afraid I’ll not be posting
for five days from the morrow
No poetry from Jemverse
which I know will bring some sorrow

But although I’m incognito
I’ll be writing every day
More poems for my repertoire
Three cheers! Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Finding Rhyme

Every once in every while
as I write I find a smile
It has a lot to do with style
and sometimes just a little guile
So as I write I find that I’ll
find words which rhyme which I’ll compile
All to combine to my profile

Pleasing words

The simplicity
of pleasing words
crafted

The poet’s dog

Curled up in a ball
and sleeping as I write
My faithful hound called ‘Obi’
is a lovely sight

The poet’s echo

There was a moment
part of night-time and silence
in the small hours when
a whisper sounded like a shout

Time II

Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

Protest

In my minds eye I protest,

Protest about the ever growing voilence of our world.

Protest about the ever growing pain.

I open my mouth to speak

Lost word – sedoka

I was a lost word
Bereft, I had searched in vain
for inclusion in a verse

But on this last day
my searching is completed
and I take my place with pride

Seeking Inspiration

I’m seeking inspiration
but don’t need to look too far
For it’s everywhere around me
if I’m not particular
I could write about the weather
or something that I’ve seen
or someone that I’ve met or
even somewhere new I’ve been

Three Lines – Haiku

In just three lines
Significant power to
paint pictures of life

Illusive

Several thousand poems
yet I still await the one
Illusive, it’s beyond my reach
although the words still come

Midnight inspiration

Midnight petrichor
The earth calls me to her
and night-time takes me there
Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

Privilege to share

Another lovely end of day
in my favourite place
Sitting in the sunshine
with a big smile on my face
I’d take a little selfie
but I’m pretty sure that you
Would rather see some beach huts
from my favourite sea view

Between words

Between words

Between words
When spoken, are the painful pauses
The hidden meanings
The thinking time
The space to ruin it all
With a trite response
A hurt reaction
When written?

A Dance With Poetry

Like a velvet ribbon

Wrapped around perfect silk

You burst into my world

Soaking me into your intricate softness.

Words (for lantern challenge)

Words:
More than
syllables
concatenate.
Soul.

 

More of a lava lamp shape I suppose. 🙂