Tag: clouds

Circle of Stones

Circle of Stones

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

Faces

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

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Floating

Floating

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






Blank Sky – A Diatelle

Blank Sky

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

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Head In The Clouds

Head In The Clouds


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

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Cloud Cover

Cloud Cover


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

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Clouds

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:

Conviction

Recommend

Carry

Flocculent

 

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