Nothing like a dog
To bring joy and happiness
And drive out sadness
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Tag: dog
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
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:
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 ❤️
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
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
Dear Dog
There’s nothing better
In this world than a dear dog
Truly man’s best friend
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
RIP Reese (2014) – 150 lb Female Mastiff ❤️
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
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