By Charles Robert Lindholm
A Birthday’s Just A Number
That’s What I Hear Them Say
You’re Only As Old As You Think You Are
So I Think I’ll Be Younger Today Continue reading
Day: October 30, 2018
A Thank You To Writers!
To all the writers out there who are working hard, who are drafting and revising, submitting and self-publishing, thank you! You are the conscience of society, the teller of tales, and the creators of myth. So, from one writer to other writers: thanks!
Please continue to write. Do not pay attention to any negative people, any nay-sayers. Be proud of what you are doing, and say to yourself and the world–I am a writer!
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
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First frost
Last night when I looked out my window, big wet flakes of snow were falling. Nothing stayed on the ground but this first frost killed all the hostas in my garden. I took a break from school prep today to sketch them from my kitchen window. Painted on a block of Arches Cold Press paper, 10″ x 14″.
It’s never too…
“Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.”
“Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.”
I Am Forever Young – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Many have told me
That I’ve lived a full life
And I have
I have been blessed
With 74 years of living
Loving and Grieving
Learning and Growing
Winning and Losing
Writing and Rhyming
Drumming and Singing
Leading and Following
I was alive and I was free
(I still am)
Nothing could stop me
(It still can’t)
I’ve been challenged and defeated
I’ve won and I’ve lost
Through it all I kept going
I have learned
I’ve forgotten
I’ve known success
I’ve known failure
I have loved and been loved
And that, my friends, is why
I am forever young
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Stuck
when I said goodbye ~ you picked up your blue suitcase ~ but then could not leave — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Hermanus 2016/11
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike & Hunger
Religion
Sunday confession
your hands slide up my thighs
a silken web
woven with desire
fingers finding
lace and soft
skin to stroke
breath and sighs, ascending
a fevered crescendo
straddled
upon your lap
questing
curious
heat
lips and breath
tangled cries
finding religion deep
within these stolen moments
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The Reluctant Poet 