IN LOVE WITH A MUSE (MY CALLIOPE) – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   2-24-2017   4:50 a.m.

 I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

 I long for her arrival

so in darkness I can see

and I listen like a lover

to her whispered words

for me

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I CANNOT WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I cannot write in cursive
when I write poetry,
when I write about you
and the life we had 

MY PORCELAIN MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Porcelain Muse

has moved me

to reflect

and write

Write..

Wish,
To pen down
Some of those thoughts
Giving sleepless nights?

The Most Beautiful Flower

Once I thought,
that the most beautiful flower
grows in the middle of fields.
And among the lush green,
she sways and dances with the breeze.

Mirrors

Mirrors reflect
what we wish to see
Mirrors tell
of other people we’re dying to be

Mirrors speak
what we’d like to hear
Mirrors hide
what we want to see disappear

Depression

One more day
One more day you pull yourself through
One more day you search for any clue
One more day you choose to see the light
One more day you decide to fight

Essence

write on
Till words matter no more

read on
Till meaning matters no more

Your Script

in your length, of life
you give lessons, of depth
your soul stuffed, in a hard shell
carols its heart, till the last breath
living for nothing, but to give

Your Song

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Look At These Words

look at these words
living as free birds
flying off the page
across time and age

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Poem by Wendy Norman

It’s warm inside with muted song
My mama purrs this is where you belong
I float and twirl not a care in this world
You dream of me to be unfurled

I cannot see but float and twist
Swooshing waves of fluid to resist
I hear your heart pounding deep
My life depends on this drum beat

Strings Of Poetry

See sounds of a distant drum

Part with emotion, to make whole

Fingers weaving a magic to hum

On feathers of one’s soul

Trail of heaven on the page

Giving wings to love

Blooming petals of language

Fragrant showers from above