Month: January 2019

Wolf

Wolf

Your appearance
camouflaged
in sheep’s clothing
I was the fool 
I thought 
you were inspiring
lifting me to greater heights
Was I not your jewel?
 
Luring me to
places I had never gone
Opening my eyes
to a world of glamour
I was warned
of your heretic ways
Going against my beliefs
Ignoring the clamor
 
Living in blindness
Blinkered from the world
Unaware
of the coming pain
Used and abused
Without even realizing
Reaching the zenith
Time to break the chain
 
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Zenith

Camouflage

Heretic

Inspire

Glamourous

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Head In The Clouds

Head In The Clouds


My wanderlust is responsible
for the souvenirs I collect
From here, there and everywhere
My travels they do reflect
At home in the clouds
where I anchor my balloon
This is where my head resides
closer to the moon
 
Look into my windows 
and see this world of mine
Come fly with me
from the Mississippi to the Rhine
I can take off to distant lands
Lifting me higher and higher 
With no roots in the earth 
I am a constant frequent flyer

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's "What do you See" Photo Prompt

Word Prompt:

Wanderlust

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From Little Acorns

From Little Acorns

 
The Spanish moss
hung in dreadlocks
on the old oak
It stood for centuries
in disguise
Hearing what was spoke
 
More than a tree
growing in the dirt
Standing for generations
A place to meet
Initials to carve
Lovers’ declarations
 
Limbs spread wide
offering shade
to those needing rest
Leaves come and go
a balance of the seasons
space for many a nest
 
Autumn’s abundant acorns
scattered all around
A squirrel’s delight
Rainy day mushrooms
sprouting at trunk’s base
Nighttime streaking moonlight
 
A swallow landing 
on a high up branch
delightfully does he sing
His mate joins him
shortly after
A harbinger of Spring
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Balance

Tree

Dirty

D'Verse Poets Pub hosted by Sarah - Prompt Word - Harbinger

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Relaxation – A Quadrille

Relaxation

Steep the fragrant blossoms
In oil
and pluck the grapes 
from the vine 
Slice the ripe oranges
And sweeten the wine
 
Draw a bath
of fresh scented roses
and recline
in its relaxant power
Lie back closing your eyes
and envisage
the Lotus flower
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Poets Monday Quadrille with Mish - Prompt word Steep 

A quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words, excluding the title

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White Out

White Out

The snow kisses the ground
And lingers awhile
Its down-like blanket
shrouding the forest
fooling us
with a wicked smile
 
Tree branches encased
with crystal ice
Preservation limited
until Spring
when the sun returns
to this part of paradise
 
Lonely footprints
in the virgin snow
marking the journey
of someone’s adventure
across the field
now fallow 
 
No tire tracks to be seen
and no soul in sight
Not even a snowman
gracing a garden
or a cardinal against
the backdrop of white

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Photo Prompt - Snowfall Write/Photo

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