Trumpeter Swan

Trumpeter Swan

Looking through the tall grass
down into the valley below
Oh what a sight for my sore eyes
Did this magical day bestow

The majestic Trumpeter Swan
Signature ebony beak legs and feet
His plumage surrounding him
as a throne on which he will seat
 
He moved silently on a mirrored lake 
Creating a picture postcard scene
The cold waters are his kingdom 
Where he lives with his queen
 
The soft downy feel of feathers
Replaced by frozen crystals of ice
As he flaps wings with his might
Predators might likely think twice
 
His finesse regal in every sense
Elegant in tuxedo of black and white
A wingspan ten feet, maybe more
Assures an impressive flight
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura Boomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight
She has asked us to choose an example of prose
by Laurie Lee and expand on it using
“I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and a wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkeys” (Cider with Rosie)

Word Prompt
Finesse - RTD

Swan photo by Hinterland's Who's Who

Ripe for the Picking – A Haibun

Ripe for the Picking





As kids growing up we would pile into the family car for the Sunday drive.  Living in the city this was most often a trip into the country where we could connect with nature.

The car rides would seem endless and there were no videos, iPhones or iPads.  We would play I Spy and word games to pass the time and maybe stop for a picnic on the way.

Once there, we’d fish for tadpoles, walk in the woods picking bluebells and our favorite would be plucking those wild blackberries from the brambles and eating them on the way home.

Hedgerows of brambles
The highlight of our summer
Picking blackberries


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Merrill is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse
tonight and she has challenged us with writing
about Nature and she shared some words with
us as prompts. I chose ‘bramble’

Deep Decline

Deep Decline

Who are you today?
Is it Jekyll or Hyde?
Good cop or bad cop?
This game I cannot bide
Each day a crap shoot
Already out on the ledge
No lucky in this dip
I’m teetering on the edge
 
Ephemeral happiness
lasting just two days
Then it was back fighting
and your ugly ways
A referee needed
our similarities forgotten
Too busy with anger
to see it’s turned rotten
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Referee -FOWC
Similar - WotD
Ephemeral - RDP

Image by Anastacia Cooper from Pixabay

Wall of Secrets

Wall of Secrets

A place for a clandestine encounter
or secrets hidden within its periphery
This wall could tell stories
of trysts, surreptitious meetings
Perhaps even some bewitchery
 
Traces of lichen and moss
Covering the ancient rocks
Underneath, romantic messages
left by star crossed lovers whose
footsteps are now covered with Phlox
 
The old gate bearing initials
Carved with high expectations
Yet thwarting courtship
blocking fate, destiny
and undying declarations
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo
Forgotten

Song Lyric Sunday – The Best

This week Jim Adams has prompted us with Cards, Dice, Gamble, Lose or Win for Song Lyric Sunday.

I must admit I changed my mind half a dozen times and was all set to go with a different song, but someone beat me to it! I went with Tina Turner’s ‘The Best’. It is a rousing, anthem-like song about finding the most amazing man ever and so she has won the jackpot!

It’s difficult to resist seeing the great Tina Turner in action so hope you enjoy the video. Have a great Sunday!

Lyrics

The Best
Tina Turner


I call you when I need you, my heart’s on fire
You come to me, come to me wild and wired
Oh, you come to me, give me everything I need
 
Give me a life time of promises and a world of dreams
Speak the language of love like you know what it means
Mm, and it can’t be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, babe
You’re simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met
I’m stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby, I would rather be dead
 
In your heart I see the start of every night and every day
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Just as long here in your arms I could be in no better place
You’re simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met
I’m stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby, I would rather be dead
 
Each time you leave me I start losing control
You’re walking away with my heart and my soul
I can feel you even when I’m alone
Oh, baby, don’t let go
You’re the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I ever met
I’m stuck on your heart
I hang on every word you say
Tear us apart
Baby I would rather be dead
Oh you’re the best
 
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Holly Knight / Mike Chapman
The Best – Edit lyrics © Music & Media Int’l, Inc,
BMG Rights Management

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