By Charles Robert Lindholm
Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose Continue reading
—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Separated by time and space
denied the warmth of Her gentle embrace
Her words they kiss me, though I know
I will never touch Her face Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading
—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm
she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Separated by time and space
denied the warmth of Her gentle embrace
Her words they kiss me, though I know
I will never touch Her face Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 