By Charles Robert Lindholm
I lie alone in bed
with words
and rhymes
and rhythms
beating
in my head
reminding me
of memories
of the life I’ve had
frozen moments
locked in time
some happy
and
some sad
hopes and dreams
they live and die
they keep changing
through the years
like the seasons cycle
through joy
and then through tears
I listen to the pounding
the cadence of my heart
the sounding of my inner drum
and the verses somehow start
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Good one Chuck. I like this.
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I love it when things come to me this way. Inspiration seems to favor some times and place more than others!!
Chuck
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Thanks for the view and comment! I like you reading my words! Ha!
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