
Senryu Time alone to think Can bring clarity and light to troubles you bear Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Time alone to think Can bring clarity and light to troubles you bear Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Here beneath the majesty of tall pines where air is clean and pure is a place to breathe Silence is draped in soft voile on a head filled with noise Soothing and calming Restoring peace In solitude and stillness thoughts run free Recollections dance before eyes as if for the first time The pleasure releasing anxiety from the choking vines of constraint The gentle noises of nature Reassuring Healing Inducing glorious slumber Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Prompts Word ensuing in ‘sty’ - Stream of Consciousness Slumber - RDP
Senryu As I gather thoughts I can process in silence Clarity is found Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture
Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing
With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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The feeling of hopelessness
Covers me in its dark shroud
I am dragged into this pit
Of gloom and I go willingly
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion has become a familiar companion
On my journey into this wilderness
Clarity is nowhere to be found
As I stumble on the rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
My life has put me here
Spiraling downward out of control
I reach for something to break my fall
Words of reason are lost in this fog
Incomprehensibly jumbled and out of my grasp
My ascent from this purgatory
Is hindered by such feelings of despondency
With my energy drained
I fear I will drown in my misery
In time the greyness of the sky
Pulls me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe again
Christine Bolton