Haiku Not a sound is heard In the still of the night air Nature is sleeping Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Author Archives: Christine Bolton
Daily Haiku – Wednesday August 9, 2023
Haiku Coolness of water Awakening the senses Refreshing the mind Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
One Liner Wednesday – Misconceptions
How often have you sat in an airport lounge or a shopping mall or maybe a doctor’s office and took a good look at everyone waiting. I’m sure you do what I do and start imagining what those people do for a living, what their spouses or partners are like, and what they might evenContinue reading “One Liner Wednesday – Misconceptions”
Daily Haiku – Tuesday August 8, 2023
Haiku Butterflies delight Fluttering in summer breeze Delicate and free Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Not Welcome – A Quadrille
Not Welcome Old photographs familiar scents A forgotten song sending me to where you still hover on the perimeter of my life Popping in and out as if still welcome Memories were good until they weren’t Where is the pop-up blocker when you need it most? Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Not Welcome – A Quadrille”
Daily Haiku – Monday August 7, 2023
Haiku Beautiful colors Bright scarlet against green leaves Cardinal’s plumage Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Sunday August 6, 2023
Haiku Pale moon is rising Chasing sunshine from the day Anxious to beam bright Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Saturday August 5, 2023
Senryu A buttery sun Sits high in the midday sky Rain a distant thought Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Friday August 4, 2023
Haiku The noise of thunder And a darkening of sky Lightning imminent Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
River of Guilt
River of Guilt The night was longand sleep never cameI spent the lonely hoursCounting teardropsThe punishment, for a tragedyof my own doing,is drinking from the river of guiltCresting at my feetCopyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights ReservedLisa is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets