WHEN ANGELS UNITE THEM By Charles Robert Lindholm Holding Onto Memories Of Her Beloved Until The Angels Unite Them Copyright ©2019 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet Al L Rights Reserved - Please Come And View My Archives!!
the last to touch you bone-tired undertakers desperate for sleep returning you to the earth cold, dusty dirt your comfort Author’s Notes: Hey y'all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today's selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, … Continue reading Tanka: The Last Touch
How do you feel about old? Old tells stories Old remembers Old has lived being old is blessed How do you feel about wrinkles? Wrinkles are my story They map my journey They show where I laughed also my heart sorrows How do you feel about death? Life is ephemeral Death is patient Sand in … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Death is Patient
By Charles Robert Lindholm I am made of dust and will return to the dust when my time is through Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come Visit My Archives!!
By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Food for my soul Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved, - Come Visit My Archives!!
i wear my losses on a chain ‘round my neck copper silver gold charms containing locks of stranded memory tied with red ribbon sometimes they are light barely noticeable sometimes they weigh the world sharp edges pricking at my tender skin © 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm Weather's wrath came like an invading army leaving destruction Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm Mother Nature's wrath with winds of fury howling rearranges earth Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm I Hear The Rhythm Of My Pulse Beating Between My Ears As I Tap, Tap, Tap The Keys As My Fingers Swiftly Glide Across Them. I Start To Feel The Blush On My Face As The Heat Of My Blood Makes Itself Known. I Stare At The Computer Screen Where New … Continue reading THE THRILL OF WRITING
Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I've done and what I'll leave behind I hope that I'm remembered with love and gentle grace, not by the infinite number of lines now present on this face Instead, I beg you see the beauty that lies within … Continue reading Drifting Time