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:
Photo by Billy Huynh on Unsplash
From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak
As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds
Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife
The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender
Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses
Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long
An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Majestically
The sky presented to us
Fluffy cotton clouds
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Rag Tag Daily Prompt Fluffy
Photo taken with my iPhone
Faces forming in the clouds
Evanescent in the billowing shroud
Colors brilliant at the end of the day
Pinks and blues give way to oranges and grey
Salty spray upon the face
Murmuring waves rolling without a trace
Windblown feathers of the hawk
Spirits of the ocean talk
Energy of the water runs deep
Crying souls succumbed to final sleep
Undulating strength of a million years
Cumulating in a sea of tears
Ancient trees stand witness to it all
Ringed with age, strong and tall
Mountains jagged and insurmountable
Standing close and almost touchable
Beauty abounds but at what cost
Take it now it will soon be lost
Reenergize the human being
This life of yours is worth living
Chakras tell the story
Where you might lose your glory
Balance life as nature does perfect
Or suffer the consequential effect
Christine Bolton
Word of the Day Challenge: Evanescent
The morning star
Still visible in the early sky
A whisper of a breeze stirs the bushes
Releasing a butterfly
Big, lazy drops of rain
Fall dampening my hair
A dog barks in the distance
Under someone’s back stair
A cardinal sits high on a branch
Capturing the essence in his morning song
Squirrels squeak their messages
As if to play along
A plethora of flowers drink the rain
Puddles waiting to evaporate
Sunshine hiding inside clouds
Ready for the drops to dissipate
Raising my arms to the sky
I unfold the origami of my limbs
Stretching, hands open to the universe
And send up my sins
Another new day is here
Another chance for redemption
My thoughts become clear
As I witness the sun’s ascension
Gratitude warms my body
I know I have been blessed
The sun reflects the raindrops
And a rainbow manifests
Christine Bolton