AN UNNAMED MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She speaks to me
in the middle of the night
I wake to the silence
and hear, “You must write”

She tells me
of words
and makes them so clear
as She whispers

THE WORD WEAVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Quietly he sits
in the silence of the night
weaving words inside his head
by the flickering candlelight

His muse has shown him everything
in the grand design
so he weaves his words with subtlety,
with cadence, rhythm and rhyme

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To a woman of beauty,
with a mischievous smile
and a seductive pose

with words that thrill me
in poems and prose”

WHAT REMAINS

Charles R. Lindholm

WHAT REMAINS OF ME
WOULD THE WORLD WANT TO SEE
AFTER I’M GONE
WHAT MAKES ME
WANT TO LEAVE A MARK
THAT MATTERS
SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW TO SOMEONE

SOMETHING!
THAT TOUCHES A HEART
OR WHISPERS TO A SOUL
FROM LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY,

A BLINDSIDE KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

“A blindside kiss
from out of the blue
a blindside kiss
a gift from you”

I never expected
to be crossing this line
I never expected
her lips on mine 

I never dreamed of
tongues, tangled and twisted
and I’m glad she didn’t ask
for I might have resisted

MAKING THE HURT STOP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

a drug
changes the feeling
ends the pain
makes the hurting stop

you
changed my world
ended the loneliness
made love seem real
hooked me on you
and the touch of your skin

THE ENDLESS WISH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

there are always greener pastures              

      there are always bigger fish                         

      bigger, better, different                            

      it’s called “the endless wish”                             

                                   

      an endless wish for fantasy                          

      and romance on demand                          

THE LADY PLAYED WHITE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She slowly walked by
and made a racy comment,
while I thought
of some replies,
and then there was magic
that passed between our eyes,

TORN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

STRAINING                                                          

            DESPARATELY                                                   

            FUTILELY                                                 

               TRYING TO HOLD ON                                                          

               BUT THE WINDS OF REALITY                                                     

               BLOW                                                       

               TOO HARD                                                         

               TOO STRONG                                                    

               THE TENSIONS ARE                                                 

               TOO GREAT                                                       

            PRESSURE                                                

                 DEMANDS RELEASE                                                          

MEMORIES IN AMBER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Covered in Amber
the residue of my tears
washing over my memories
down through the years
from long, long ago,
the dark ages of time