By Charles Robert Lindholm 3-8-2017 4:30 a.m
Three little lines of poetry
so easily I read
but then I found them wandering
deep inside my head
Then slowly, and so softly
I heard the whispering start
and before too long, I heard the song
they were singing to my heart
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-17-2017 at 4:30 a.m.
An improvised life
no following footsteps
like the rest of us
it’s not what we’ve heard
professed to us
A high wire act
meant to thrill you
so daring and bold
it might kill you Continue reading
AN IMPROVISED LIFE
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-17-2017 at 4:30 a.m.
An improvised life
no following footsteps
like the rest of us
it’s not what we’ve heard
professed to us
A high wire act
meant to thrill you
so daring and bold
it might kill you Continue reading
AN IMPROVISED LIFE
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-17-2017 at 4:30 a.m.
An improvised life
no following footsteps
like the rest of us
it’s not what we’ve heard
professed to us
A high wire act
meant to thrill you
so daring and bold
it might kill you Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She may not tell you plainly
or whisper in your ear
but if you listen closely
I’m sure that you will hear Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm 3-8-2017 4:30 a.m
Three little lines of poetry
so easily I read
but then I found them wandering
deep inside my head
Then slowly, and so softly
I heard the whispering start
and before too long, I heard the song
they were singing to my heart
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-17-2017 at 4:30 a.m.
An improvised life
no following footsteps
like the rest of us
it’s not what we’ve heard
professed to us
A high wire act
meant to thrill you
so daring and bold
it might kill you Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She may not tell you plainly
or whisper in your ear
but if you listen closely
I’m sure that you will hear Continue reading
Three Little Lines Of Poetry
By Charles Robert Lindholm 3-8-2017 4:30 a.m
Three little lines of poetry
so easily I read
but then I found them wandering
deep inside my head
Then slowly, and so softly
I heard the whispering start
and before too long, I heard the song
they were singing to my heart
AN IMPROVISED LIFE
By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-17-2017 at 4:30 a.m.
An improvised life
no following footsteps
like the rest of us
it’s not what we’ve heard
professed to us
A high wire act
meant to thrill you
so daring and bold
it might kill you Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 