Category: Nature

Color Wheel

Color Wheel

One brushstroke of blood-orange
sweeping across the dark grey canvas
Silvery clouds framing, illustrating
the dramatic landscape
 
As the day comes to rest
the sky releases its final colors
in a spectacular explosion 
and the view begins to reshape

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge - Aflame
Word Prompt
Illustrate - WotD

Eve of Destruction

Eve of Destruction

As I listen to the cacophony
of crows squabbling
over tumbled fruit
on the ground
Or as I watch dolphins
arcing in the sea
I am forever in gratitude
that I have lived to see
the magic of nature
 
As our forests burn
and the oceans
fill with garbage,
so does our respect
for these wondrous gifts
We have used and abused
our planet
to the point
of its destruction
 
Our cries for help
fall on the deaf ears
of politicians
who govern in denial
These naysayers
disavow the science
Their followers
are blind to the facts
and do nothing
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol (Ha) is hoping D'Verse Poets and has
prompted us to write about the climate crisis

Word Prompts

Cacophony
Gratitude

Winter

Winter - A Butterfly Oddquain
 
Wind
is whistling
through the leafless trees
Feeling the chill in the air
Cold
As I pull my collar up
shivering slightly
Winter has
come

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie
Saturday Mix - Oddquain Form
Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines
I chose a Butterfly Oddquain, a nine line stanza
Syllables - 1,3,5,7,5,3,1


Wind - RDP
Whistle - FOWC
SSoC - Instructions - I followed the instructions to write this Oddquain
🙂👍

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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’

Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice

The moment had come
as the sun broke the night
An orange sphere rising 
The first of summer light
 
They danced in the circle
Flowers woven in their hair
Among the ancient stones
In each hand a burning flare
 
Kneeling at earth’s altar
Chanting a prayer in rhyme
Celebrating Midsummer
Marking the passage of time
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosting D'Verse Poets
and tonight he has challenged us with
a Quatrain. I chose an ABCB rhyme pattern

Word Prompt
Kneel - FOWC

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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

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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

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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

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