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The Dog and the Butterfly

The Dog and the Butterfly


Oh how high he jumped
Into the sky
Excited and free
He felt like he could fly
Wherever you go
I will follow you, he said with a sigh 
She fluttered momentarily 
The dog and the butterfly
 
Up and over, in and out
Making him dizzy of his eyes
She teased him relentlessly
He wasn’t such a tough guy
A symbiotic relationship
He did run and was spry
She could hover out of reach
The dog and the butterfly
 
They would chase each other
Her love he did vie
She was lost without him
And he knew why
Happy together
They would never say goodbye
Opposites attract
The dog and the butterfly
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

d'Verse Poets Pub - Jilly's Thursday Prompt - Repetitive Forms

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Lost Dog

Lost Dog

 

The frost was nipping at my toes

So I knew how cold he was feeling

The lone, collarless dog by the lamp post

was undoubtedly shivering

 

I looked in the store windows

and scanned newspaper classifieds

Looking for Lost Dog pleas

Hoping to make someone gratified

 

I talked to passers by

and made some calls

there was no luck to be had

I was hitting brick walls

 

The dog looked up at me

with his sad doleful eyes

I picked him up holding him tight

and walked home with my star prize

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Doleful

Frost

Classified

Photo by Jorge Fernández on Unsplash

This poem should warm your heart. Today’s Word Prompts got me thinking about all the stray dogs out there in ghastly winter weather.  Bless them.  I hope they find shelter ❤️

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Good Dog – A Quadrille

Good Dog

A good dog you cannot spoil

Nor can you teach her

to wag her tail

 

She is an angel on earth

Sent to you so you’ll know

Things are not so frail

 

Unconditional love

is yours for the asking

Given freely for your avail

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Lillian’s prompt at D’Verse Poets Spoil – A Quadrille

Quadrille is exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Photo courtesy of Grace

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The Family Stone

The Family Stone

Mother and father
Side by side
Watching the ship
Slowly disappear
Oh how they cried

Young son looking on
Not yet understanding
The pain they endured
Saying goodbye is hard
When you are left standing

The family dog
Oblivious to it all
Sits patiently by
his young master
Waiting for his call

Undoubtedly they will
be here again one day
When son number two
Grows up to be a man
And he too will sail a way

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see? Photo/Write Challenge

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Longing

Longing through her tears
She sees the child with no fears
A vision in a dress of blue
A pretty ribbon in her hair
A photo taken with care
Capturing the early morning hue

Standing by her mother with pride
Family dog sitting on the other side
She looks lovingly at the image
Yearning for that period of purity
Representing her cherished security
A familiar landscape to envisage

Safe holding her mother’s hand
Happy to be in her wonderland
A place where someone hears her cry
The dog loved and never forgot
Colorful flowers in their pretty pots
A vivid recollection in her memory

The grass so green and mowed fresh
Sunlight peeking through gossamer mesh
Are these just ghosts from the past
That are summoned on command
To rejuvenate the soul and understand
Bringing her needed comfort at long last

Precious moments captured
Were too soon fractured
Locked in a paper memory
Bad experiences tend to stay
Happy memories fade away
Innocence remembered in a reverie

Dreams were forgotten
As lives turned rotten
With the passing of years
Happiness a lesson hard to revince
Lost in feelings unable to convince
Anything wished for just disappears

Christine Bolton

Fandango one word challenge: Lesson

Word of the Day Challenge: Rejuvenate

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Poem of the Month – July

Redemption

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

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