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David Lindine Poem
When I started
Down the river I went alone.
There were rocks and foam
And I was afraid
Still being sane.
When the river widened
The shoreline spread before me
And the waters calmed.
I floated along on that placid plain
Thinking this is how it shall be now.
Long I drifted in quiet peace
When again the land narrowed
And the current increased.
Then I realized how temporary
Peace and safety actually are.
You know it is too late
Just before the end.
You hear the waterfall
Crashing on the rocks
Just around the bend.
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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David Lindine Poem
Lord Cromwell said
Paint my portrait as I am
Warts and all.
If you love me
You must love me
Both when I fly
And when I fall.
The world is as wonderful
As it is worn and weary.
Nothing here is perfect
If you see it clearly.
Every kiss carries
Sweetness mixed with bile
For man is sincerity
Blended with guile.
There is tenderness and cruelty
In every child on earth.
For each tears and laughter
Come with their birth.
Our flaws are our link.
It's the imperfections we share.
We should not ignore them
Nor should we care.
When I am gone,
When you recall
Remember that I loved the world
Warts and all.
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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David Lindine Poem
In the yard behind the house
There were children's toys
Some broken, some just discarded by time.
All forgotten.
In the garden
They had planted together
The previous spring
There were tomatoes still,
Hanging tenuously on the vine,
Their skins fragile and transparent
From the frost, the freeze and the thaw.
On the ground
The squash and the pumpkins
Lay where they had grown
Green and orange and gold
Unharvested, black and brown
Their hulls in pieces
And their seeds scattered round
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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David Lindine Poem
The serpent spoke sweetly
When persuading Eve
To pick the apple.
He intended from his first word
Her doom and an end to Eden.
How nice and how kind,
How sincere in his concern
He appeared and he sounded.
How full he was of hate
And a loathing unbounded.
How sensitive his tone,
How reasonable his speech.
His logic brought the fruit
Just within her reach.
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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David Lindine Poem
Freedom and natural law?
Man was born
Free to run
For his life
And fight for his bone.
The masses abrogate freedom
For warm walls and bread.
Who would surrender
Themselves to freedom
But the reckless or enraged?
What is more natural
Than the freedom of wolves,
Than fear and hunger?
The wilderness is beautiful
And as natural as death.
Who abandons himself
To run afield?
Man returns to the barn,
Comes home with the cows.
The wolves run free.
Nature gives them the moon.
With beauty and brutality
The gift is given.
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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David Lindine Poem
The aging carousel,
The ancient ferris wheel
Rusted and paint chipped,
The roller coaster closed
For years now
Unsafe but irreplaceable.
Wooden skeleton still standing
Over the carnival lot.
Graveyard of memory,
A funeral plot,
Where ghosts of youth stroll by
Laughing on their way
To eternity and oblivion.
Copyright © David Lindine | Year Posted 2026
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