When the poetry is done

I’ll wrap these words around me
like a comfort blanket they
Calming me and warming
in a very special way

I’ll take these words and scatter
like confetti to the breeze
to celebrate the marriage
of a verse to rhymes like these

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The Word

I found a word
It was quite small
In fact it wasn’t
much at all
But when I added
it to others
It blossomed with
it’s new found brothers

Saying something

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WHAT’S THAT ABOUT?
SOME SAY IT IS RUDE
AND AKIN TO A SHOUT
BUT SOMETIMES THEY AID
TO SOMETHING I WANT TO SAY
SMALL CAPS AID TO VISUAL
IN A PARTICULAR WAY

Tri-Tanka I (tanka)

To start this series
in thirty-one syllables
Japanese Tanka
A short song to bring you joy
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So here are first lines
Crafted by the poet’s hand
Found and captured here
To form and syntax structured
Voicing life in five short lines

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro to the painter
contrast captured to the eye
To the poet though, his words
capture light for you and I

These Words

These words on a page
in my little book
I’ll return to again
for another good look
As I’ll craft them and
often I’ll rearrange
for the syntax to work
from a nuance or change

Wood matters

Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.

Of Writers and Readers 1

Part 1 of 3

Cathartic the writing
the pen to the page
Words from the poet
the seer and sage
To capture life’s moments
like a photograph here
And bring to the reader
a little more cheer

The Poet’s Voice

1 of 3

Scattered I find them
Craft and mould to syntax found
Words to poet’s voice

The Poet’s Gift

Beauty in a little verse
Never sad and never terse
Words to cheer and bring a lift
All within the Poet’s gift

Words to Poet

Words to poet
Poet to rhyme
Syntax discovered
Time upon time

Versing

When I find a word I like
I’ll caress it for a while
before committing it to verse
for pleasure and a smile

ALLITERATION ATTACK

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Words
Will Always
Want To,
Play
Around

With Rhythms
And Rhymes
And Meaningful
Lines

Half empty/Half full

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WORD SNOWFLAKES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Words Fall Down Upon Me
As Snowflakes From The Universe
Soaking Into My Soul
Capturing My Mind
Filling My Heart

Haiku: 2018-08-16

boats buttered, tender
satin deck to float the smile
words, on tongue’s oars

Image: 500px.com

I STRUGGLE TO WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Simple
Thoughtless
And Automatic Act
When I Was Young
But Not Now
The Years
And Tears
Have Changed That

HE LEFT US A LEGACY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s A Legacy  

He’s Left The World In His Words

Paul Lenzi, Poet

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Please take some time and visit Paul’s Archive at Posey and Polemics

I am your words

I am your words
there for the taking
Sometimes accepted
other times not
Yet always captured
For I am yours
and always will be
To use as you will
and leave as you choose

Walnut

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Poetry dances me,
with its incorrigible vice.
In the beauty of silence
naked jawbones crack,
a fleshless shudder.

Wordsmith II

My pen touches paper
words turn to form
A poem appears
which for me is the norm
For I am a wordsmith
creative for those
who’ll read what I’ve written
in poem and prose

New Treasures

A pen and a poem
and in just a few words
By the hand of a poet
new treasures unfurled

Got a new pen

What once was Brighton’s bead shop
now sells stationary
Upmarket and pretentious
but good enough for me
For on a shelf, bright colours
a row of writing pens
So I just had to have one
as I do that now and then

Long weekends

The welcome of the long weekend
when sun is shining
And, with coffee in hand
I smile to the day and
realise that I am not working

Letting go

I have words in my hand
which I keep small
secretive, in case they fall

But sometimes when
the pace is slow
I’ll open up and let them go

Painting a poem

Today I sat and watched the sea
and the colour of the sky
and the water and the sand
and the pebbles on the beach
gave me my words

So I painted a poem