By Charles Robert Lindholm
#52 POETRY =
Like a friend II
Many times in these hours I have fine honed my craft some say I am mad and others I'm daft but this edge before morning this whispering time is perfect for me for writing a line when the words like a river flow from my pen and the poet embraces them each like a friend
Twosday
The found to the seeker
I looked and I found the word that was lost and despite everything it was worth all the cost for this word is the essence the 'je ne sais quoi' the one with a nod you will say an 'aha' and with kindred spirit agree here with me the word was worth finding quite wholeheartedly
Sometimes the words
Still and November and grey yet quite warm to the beach I ventured today and alone on the shingle with my good friend the sea stood there with something to say But the words being stubborn just wouldn't come so I stood and looked out to the grey and as high tide turned tail and never looked back still silent I went back to my day Sometimes the moments they come and they go some seized for the moment, some not and though a beach is a good place to be with no words it's enough to be calm with one's lot
I’ve been writing
I've been writing now for ages my pen just can't keep still and I'm certain that will be the case for more years yet until I've lost the plot entirely and the words, dried up, are done (I'll rue the day) but then accept that day has finally come But I'm pleased to say for now at least I still write every day as life it still continues and has plenty more to say So that's what I use my words for to paint the life I see in all its many nuances as it evolves 'round me
I STRUGGLE TO WRITE IN CURSIVE
Nightwrite II
I couldn't sleep so wrote instead to get the words out from my head The night was hot the air was still and slumber failed completely 'til the early hours and cooler times when I had written all my lines
Jemaiku #1
Syllabic sequence crafted something that I love for poetic syntax here in verse to cherish and to capture life's essence in just a few words
Something Jack said
"Are you still writing each day" Jack said and I grinned for when wouldn't I like the blow of the wind For winds are like breathing I need them to live and craft them to lines the syntax to give The writing my solace my 'raison d'être' and the rest you all know with my poems right there
New book, nice pen

I have a new book to write poems in it'll last me three months or so as I scribble away writing words by the day to capture what life has to show And I have a nice pen which does well for me so I ensure I have refills to spare as although contribution it's no substitution to write with a pen without care
Painting Poetry
The poet wrote a poem to capture what he saw just a few lines of simple verse to have and hold in store As there will be those moments when as Wordsworth said vacant or a pensive mood will be the thing instead And then there is the pleasure to recollect those lines and rekindle just a little of the moment and these times
The forbidden word
Yes I know it’s a word
which for me’s rarely hidden
yet as I use it so much
my wife has forbidden
But I really can’t help it
so here as a poet
I’ll resist but I’m tempted
so much, don’t you know it!
Place to rhyme
My best words it seems flow freely
when the small hours take a hold
when everything is quiet
and my pen does what it’s told
Relays the words I want to say
about the things I’ve done
about what I am feeling
when I’m happy or I’m glum
Poem found
I found a good word
which would make a good start
at the front of a poem
of which it was part
So I placed it right there
and thought of the rest
and the spaces they’d fill
where they’d look their best
And when it was done
and the order was sound
I read the words back
of the poem I’d found