HAS THERE BEEN AN ECHO FROM MY LIFE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world 

Strength of our words

 

Gladiolus – personal photo

Words bounce back,

u-spoken or spoken.

Word’s Enfold Warmth- word-form

Word’s

layer to mimic a rose.

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Moment of Transformation

You ask me when I knew

that ink flowed through my veins like blood

the moment I understood that truth

simmered in the cauldron of my belly

conscious

alive

What is Poetry?

A collection of words with juxtaposition
Crafted into some lines
That speak of my life and the things that I see
To capture a few of those times

WORDS

All I had 
to say
has converged 
into such words..

Words as such
were they
but remained 
unheard..

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Me

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

Bob Marley seagull

It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say

The beauty of language

I’m happy when writing
It fills me with joy
and it’s done this for ages
(since I was a boy)
I’ve written most days
sometimes just a few lines
to capture the years
the moments and times

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HAIKU: IN HAIKU HELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m in Haiku hell

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THE POISON

At first

it tasted bitter.

Rancid.

I choked

unable to chew,

disgusted

unable to spit

owing to pride,

Only Words

The words are only words.
Only fools love the words.
What counts is the heart and soul
behind them.

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In haiku heaven

the syllables don’t matter

Poetry Equals (2)

Poetry =
pictures
painted with
palabras

I SHALL BE SILENT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If the words
that You read
by my hand
hurt You

I shall lay down my pen
and not write
for I never
ever want to hurt
the heart of My Friend

If the words
that I said
cut You 

INSTRUMENTS

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

twenty six letters
instruments
funny shapes and angles
made into words
telling me things
I love to hear

The Shape of You (Rae’s Song Revisited)

Tiny white lights twinkle

nocturnal noises provide a rhythm

for conversation’s give and take

We wrap each other gently in words

painting a night sky canvas together

giving glimpses

of our separate worlds

universes apart

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