Haiku Rows of lavender Beautiful in the French fields The fragrance divine Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku For thousands of years The rivers smoothed the pebbles Washing away time Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Breaking the night in orange glow Rising in the sky but still slow is sunlight Streaking though the limbs of oak trees Catching dust particles with ease are sunbeams Dancing on water’s gentle waves Sparkling diamonds memory saves as sun-kissed Tanning bodies on sandy shores Skin soaking in lotion one pours for sunburn As the day wears on it sinks low Towards the west it now must go to sunset Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets and she has prompted us with Compound Word Verse. The Compound Word Verse is a poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. (In the first example below the stem word is “moon” from the title “Moonlighting”; the compound words related to the title are moondust, moonbeams, moonsongs, etc.) The Compound Word Verse (3 lines) has a set rhyme scheme and meter as follows: Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b Syllable/Meter: 8, 8, 3 Image by sabri ismail from Pixabay
Senryu The silver moonlight Shines brightly on your body Highlighting beauty Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
I know I am not alone whenever I have found myself in this situation. No matter how hard we try, it’s just not going to happen. You understand, right?
Have a great Wednesday!
For Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Haiku In the still of night Bullfrogs croak love messages Enticing their mate Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Lost No More
Sun streaming through trees piercing the forest floor with laser light I follow the path of brightness towards the beacon luring me Unafraid of the unknown I sense I am in familiar territory Tall oaks, limbs stretched wide in welcome pointing me in the direction to travel Focused on the journey I pay no attention to distractions pulling me away from my focus I hear not the call of ghosts from my past or feel the hands that pull on my clothes The force propelling me forward stronger than a million magnets I am no longer lost I am found Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us with Lost and Found poetry. We are to choose one of the 'Lost" poems provided and respond to it with 'Found' poetry. I chose to respond to Pablo Neruda's Lost In The Forest “Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood— and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.” Image by jplenio from Pixabay
Senryu My heart aches for you Wishing you had never left Please come back to me Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Beginning to End
A face once smooth Creamy as alabaster now lined and sallow The thick dark hair highlighting burnt sienna becomes thinning and white Tight skin stretched onetime over strong muscular limbs Defying gravity hanging in crepe folds Soon the cycle will end Ashes to ashes Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sarah is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with the word 'Ash' A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title Image by Tomislav Jakupec from Pixabay
Senryu The cool breeze murmurs Of your love and devotion And I remember Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved