Category: Nature

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

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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

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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

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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.
 
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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
 
 
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In response to DVerse Poets Open Link Night

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Inspiration Garden

Inspiration Garden

Fragrant blossoms
of Lavender and Rose
Inspiring words
of delicate prose
Reaching senses
of sight and smell
Creating stories
and tales to tell
 
Wandering pathways
across and around
A seat to rest
where flowers abound
Cascading blooms
Offering welcome shade 
Weeping tears of flora
Yet not dismayed
 
Flashes of color
to please the eye
On all four sides
of the gardens lie
A Rainbow of color
and sachets of scent
Beauty of nature
From heaven sent
 
 
 
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In response to Sue Vincent's Photo Prompt - Fragrant - WritePhoto

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Alarm Call

Alarm Call

He drills for food at break of dawn
Woodpecker’s schedule already drawn
Woken rudely from my reverie
Before I can barely release a yawn
 
A beautiful sight high on the oak tree
His red tuft bright and feathery
It’s a wonder his head doesn’t ache
If only he could work in a lower key
 
It must be a tough job for Woody
Does his beak ever get bloody?
Why doesn’t he dig for worms? 
Then perhaps I wouldn’t be so moody
 
 
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Frank is hosting at D'Verse Poets Pub and our challenge
tonight is covering the Rubaiyat.

Rhyme schemes
The original Persian rhyme schemes were AABA or AAAA.
I chose AABA for my attempt at this form.

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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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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

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

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