By Charles Robert Lindholm
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
A dangerous course
on an uncharted sea
too scary for those
who will never live free
An improvised life
with no musical score
a life played by ear
like none sung before
as our hearts hum softly
and dream of more
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
In memory of Roberta Gibson Edge, my cousin, the piano player
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A wonderful poem.
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Thank you so much, Sadje for your kind comment!!
xoxoxo
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My pleasure
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Lovely
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So happy you enjoyed this!! Thank you so much for your kind comment!! Perhaps, I might entice you to explore the Archives on my blog??? LOL! Have a super weekend, Richa!!
xoxoxo
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Thanks and you too have a wonderful one
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Nice rhythm to this piece, Chuck. Enjoyed it very much. 🙂
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Ha! So happy you liked the rhythm! I was happy with it too! I wrote this in remembrance of my cousin who was a professional piano player and one month older than me! Thanks so much for commenting on this. Means a lot to me!!
xoxoxo
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Very cool way to be remembered. I’m sure your cousin was inspiring. I enjoy your work, Chuck!
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