Pale sun behind gossamer clouds Morning light fused in sleepy silver grey shrouding ancient stones in a cloak of mystery A pathway defining entry to a sacred site harboring history of centuries past Enticing, beckoning those who would surrender and dare to dance Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompt Surrender - RDP Promote Yourself Monday - Go Dog Go Cafe
Faces forming
in fluffy clouds
clearly visible
to the mind’s eye
Is it only I
who can see
and be the subject
of mockery?
The pareidolia
of creative sight
whether the surface
of the moon
or the trunk
of a tree
Is it only I
who can see?
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Mockery - Word of the Day
Pareidolia - RDP
Photo by Michael Weidner on Unsplash
Haiku
Slowly shifting clouds
Covering the sun’s brightness
creating shadows
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
One look, one word
was all it took
to take the breath
from her body
Lifting her upwards
Floating in euphoria
High above
the kingdom
of her love
The clouds
at best trying
to poke her
back to reality
Losing the battle
as she drifted
into her dreams
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sadje’s What do you See
Word Prompts
Kingdom - Word of the Day
Breathe - RDP
Best - FOWC
Poke - JusJoJan
Sky
Above
Ivory
Absent of sun
A thin cover of clouds
Covering the expanse of space
A pristine and stark appearance looms long
No cushy formation of cumulus to see
A bleak, pale canopy reminiscent
Of saintly alabaster shrouds
In a mausoleum
Depressingly
Saddening
Yearning
Sun
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
MLMM Saturday Mix - A Diatelle
based on Syllable count as follows:
1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1
Ivory - FOWC
Saintly - WotD
Cushy - RDP
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Haiku
Clouds full and heavy
Ready to burst forth with rain
Refreshing the earth
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Clouds are rolling in
A blanket darkens the sky
then the rain begins
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
My wanderlust is responsible
for the souvenirs I collect
From here, there and everywhere
My travels they do reflect
At home in the clouds
where I anchor my balloon
This is where my head resides
closer to the moon
Look into my windows
and see this world of mine
Come fly with me
from the Mississippi to the Rhine
I can take off to distant lands
Lifting me higher and higher
With no roots in the earth
I am a constant frequent flyer
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Hélène Vaillant's "What do you See" Photo Prompt
Word Prompt:
Wanderlust
A cover of darkness
Across the evening sun
Clouds forming shadows
A look of linen homespun
Grey lined with silver
A token resistance
To the black blanket’s
Impending persistence
Magnificent painted sky
A kaleidoscope of watercolors
Each evening a different palette
To guide home the sailors
Puffed and looking weightless
Providing shade when in motion
Sometimes crying with rain
Giving to the earth with devotion
The ever-changing canvas
of clouds in their splendor
To be a prisoner of their beauty
I would gladly surrender
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo/Write Prompt - Clouds
The flocculent clouds
Puffed in the sky
Like giant marshmallows
Tempting the eye
The wind carrying them east
Beyond the line of vision
Dividing the horizon
With a precise incision
The sun covered momentarily
A showing of prediction
To only reappear
With courage of its conviction
As twilight arrives
At its recommended time
Nature’s shift begins
Its internal rhyme
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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