Category: Nature

Rhythm





Rhythm

The soft breeze lifted
an early morning mist
The skies cleared
as the sun appeared
and the earth was kissed
 
Equal parts of day
shared with the night
who darkens the sky
as we close our eyes
while they fight for the light
 
A circle of existence
giving life and breath
Yesterday is history 
Tomorrow is a mystery
Until we meet our death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Equal

Breeze

Mist

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Monday

Image by pixel2013 from Pixabay 

Tranquility

Tranquility

As the evening sun
takes its final breath
of the day
the dappled grey sky
edged in silver
lights the way
 
Silhouetted birds
flying high above their
disappearing shadows
Darkness falls
and the moon rises
over flowering meadows
 
Cool evening air
with a gentle wind
rustling the trees
Sounds of the night
calming and comforting
A natural tease
 
Softly the rain comes
dampening dried earth
Paying penance to the sun
By first morning light
needed nurture complete
and the work is done
 
Flowers kissed with dew
reaching up to the dawn
The world awakens
Birdsong fills the air
as animals graze
The cycle unshaken
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Challenge Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Penance

Nurture

Morning Light

Morning Light

A shard of sunlight 
pierced the grey sky
Soon silver light in the east
was threaded with gold
Drawing a sigh
 
That delicious moment
of nature’s morning light
passed quickly
as the day began 
and stole the night
 
An island of reflection
seeing the rise and fall
of both sun and moon
A war for supremacy
behind the rainfall
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Delicious

Island

War

Image by Yinan Chen from Pixabay 

End of Days

End of Days

Frozen in time
Petrified
Polarized
With no reason
or rhyme
 
A bolt of lightning
Striking
Paralyzing
the body
Frightening
 
Unable to turn
yet senses in tact
Knowing
Aware
of the burn
 
Voices near
Unseeing
Feeling
a mutual distress
of dread and drear
 
Prisoners
of the elements
Captured
Hostage
No listeners
 
Nature’s anomaly
the end of days
Famine
Starving
Concluding solemnly
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday #Write/Photo - Wicker

Word Prompt:

Anomaly

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

Polar Bear Drowning

Polar Bear Drowning

Why is the polar bear drowning
in a warm and iceless sea?
Robbed of his habitat
because of man’s love affair
with incessant debris
 
A cornucopia of excess
and disregard for habitat
Instant gratification
taking priority
Blame the autocrat
 
Winter now lingers
where once was Spring
Snow covering the plains
in April, with nothing for 
the Arctic king
 
His kingdom is melting
as the seas do rise
The Polar cap shrinking
Hurry and help this planet
Dying before our eyes
 
Yearning for leadership
to acknowledge a catastrophe
Save the seasons
and our planet
It will end in tragedy
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - Day 25 - April 25th
Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our
video resource for the day, and from Keat’s poem, I’d like to
challenge you to write a poem that:
Is specific to a season
Uses imagery that relates to all five senses

(sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
Includes a rhetorical question,

(like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

Word Prompts

Yearning

Cornucopia

Hurry

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com





King

King

Sipping tea
in the afternoon
staring across
the Serengeti grasses
I spy a movement
in the corner of my eye
and the moment passes
 
Again, it is there
maybe one hundred yards
a head rises momentarily
Staying long enough 
for me to recognize
the Lion, albeit temporarily
 
A mutual respect
for each other’s presence
as different as chalk and cheese
He stealthily moves away
sauntering lithely
towards the trees
 
Surely as oil and water
do not mix for man
and the majestic beast
A respectful distance
to be maintained
is always the very least
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
National Poetry Writing Month
April 23 - Day 23
I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.

Word Prompts:

Tea

Chalk

Oil

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

Cycle

Cycle

As the sun sinks from view
and the green flash expires
A crimson canvas bleeds its last light
 
The remains of the day
plays its trickery on the eyes
before being swallowed by night
 
A big silvery moon
rises high in the velvet sky
casting its blanket bright
 
As stillness descends
the earth transitions
in fascinating delight
 
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Moon

Trickery

Fascinated

Photo by Fabrizio Conti on Unsplash

Bright and Beautiful

Bright and Beautiful

After dawn’s early light
earth creatures begin their day
Birdsong amplified
through the forest
Brightness comes to stay
 
A carpet of bluebells
to lift the spirit
Butterflies attend
Welcoming all and
never to prohibit
 
This magical world
of sights and sound
A gift from Nature
Tranquility and peace
on this sacred ground
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo
Prompt - Bright

Nature

Nature

In sadness, I walk along the beach
The ocean lends me its energy
 
When I am thoughtful, l sit under a tree
In its shade I remember to be me
 
When I cry, I stand in the rain
Where no one sees my tears
 
In happiness I run through fields
Exhibiting no fears
 
When I want company
A rabbit appears
 
To stimulate my vision
An array of flowers, year after year
 
When I need music
I listen for birdsong
 
When I want direction
Nature shows me where I belong
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.J.s Weekly Challenge
She asked us too look for the a common theme
in last week's blogs and choose a "Wild Card"
Mine was Nature.
 
 Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

Time of the Season – Poem of the Month – March 2019

Time of the Season

The scent of orange blossoms
filling the air
The trees’ bloated fruit
already dropping to the ground
The beginning meets
the end of the circle
and Nature’s beauty is crowned
 
The bald eagle sits high
atop the pine
Surveying the landscape
for his prey
Butterflies fluttering
Searching for the sweet nectar
Lizards scampering away
 
A tropical paradise
thriving on sunshine
Rain an infrequent visitor
at this time of year
Exotic birds, colorful, 
Long legged and awkward
with no apparent fear
 
An alligator basking
on the bank of the lake
A roseate spoonbill
at his side
Neither caring
about the other
In harmony they bide
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to DVerse Poets Open Link Night

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    
%d bloggers like this: