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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

Liar, Liar

Liar, Liar

Oh, how the mighty have fallen
Like the descending leaves of Autumn
Pointless to nurture this self-importance 
And the blind denial of inadvertence 
 
With integrity always in question
To blow one’s own trumpet an obsession
No inventory of achievements
And pathetic service deferments
 
Your adversaries looking for peace 
Wishing boastful outbursts would cease
Calling you out on your phony claims
Watching your fake news go up in flames 

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind, Love, Misery's Menagerie
SaturdayMix - Mad about Metaphorst
Prompt 'Blow one's own trumpet'

Words Prompts

Leaves - SSoC
Nurture - WOTD
Peace - RTD
Inventory - FOWC

Image by Zichrini from Pixabay

Earth Angel

Earth Angel

A rose among the thorns
her beauty a beacon of hope
to those down in the mire
and at the end of their rope
 
She was a good woman
sacrificing for those in need
The hungry and poor at the mercy
of the rich man’s greed
 
With no thought of self
her own agenda delayed
Working for the less fortunate
A duty no one could dissuade
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Rose - RDP
Sacrifice - WOTD
Delay - FOWC
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