Senryu As the darkness falls shadows cover fading smiles and whispers are hushed Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Wed. November 23, 2022
Tag: healing
At Peace – Poem of the Month – June 2022
At Peace
With nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company I sit in silence Tendrils of light are streaming through the trees, captivating my imagination and inspiring my muse Losing myself in wonder I allow these moments to dream, ignoring what I think must be done When still, I understand the process Nature is drawing me back balancing my weary mind reminding me to breathe deep and to cease the constant motion if only for moments That I might repair body and soul Without which I am of little use Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse
Field of Dreams – Poem of the Month – April 2022
Field of Dreams
This field of dreams lies barren
but for the dandelions that thrive
Patchy grass and dry dirt ensure
trespassers will not tread the fallow soil
For now it rests uncultivated
and the weeds teach resilience
Needing little care to show their beauty
The color of sunshine they lie en masse
A carpet of yellow, brightening a landscape
devoid of visual beauty
Flourishing without attention
Tough and hardy
Beauty in its persistence and perseverance
When ready, this land will again be sown
with hope and aspirations
Its strength in its dormant roots
that lie still, waiting, refusing to die
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All Rights Reserved
Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse tonight
Mish hosted D'Verse Poetics on Tuesday and featured art by Vika Muse.
An artist from Ukraine.
She wanted us to choose one of her works to inspire a poem.
I chose this beautiful one of dandelions. I was too late for Tuesday's
prompt so am sharing tonight on OLN.
This is Vika's description of her painting: "“Stop War” (“The Dandelion Field’)
This artwork was finished on the day before the war started. It was my
last peaceful day. The last day of my perfect life."
I hope my poem has captured her county's plight
You can see more of Vika's work on her Instagram or here.
At First Light
At First Light
At first light the rolling fog Sits perched just above the tide Hovering, unmoved by the sea below A tiny crab disappears into its hidey hole in the sand Shells scattered like confetti waiting to be bleached by the morning sun, yet to show its face Mine the only footprints to mark their presence on the pristine beach Soon to be crowded with bodies lined up like sardines in a can smothered in oil These silent moments alone Precious and priceless Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets and gave us some fascinating prompt words that are actually names of paints. Here is the list: * Trumpet * Tea with Florence * Chemise * Confetti * Goblin * Mirror * Rolling fog * First light * Hidey hole * Masquerade We were to choose one or more to inspire our poem. I chose four: First light, confetti, rolling fog and hidey hole.
Time To Let Go – A Sonnet
Time To Let Go
As I walk these streets in the rain My eyes blinded with salty tears I wonder if I’ll come here again Maybe not for many more years Painful return to a place of sadness Once it held my heart and soul Now the memories are only badness Being back here has taken its toll Releasing feelings to set myself free That I may move towards something greater Wondering where one day I might be And hoping you will not be a hater It’s time to say goodbye to the past Some things are just not meant to last Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has challenged us to write a poem in Iambic Pentameter. See below: "When I consider Wordsworth’s chosen method of composing, it makes perfect sense, particularly if you want to compose to a walking rhythm such as iambic pentameter: five beats, or ‘footsteps’ to a line ‘da-dun, da-dun, da-dun, da-dun, da-dun.’ Iambic pentameter also sounds like a heartbeat to me." I have chosen to use a sonnet form. Hope it works!
Rebirth – Poem of the Month – December 2021
Rebirth
Although feeling dutiful I bear no responsibility for your life, your happiness, your faults I cannot heal you with my kindness My blunted wire cutters useless against the barbed wire of a venomous man-child A pit bull on a pant leg Shaking life from me Gnawing away at my compliant being until reality is distorted and blurred Unrecognizable Wanting to believe in love I have scraped away at the bottom of the well Hearing the dull, empty sound of nothing Doing what I need to do I declare I am strong I am willful I will not shrink or break I will explore and expand away from you who depletes my energy and poisons my heart with toxins A Phoenix rising from her own ashes of death The rebirthing of a soul in spiritual enlightenment I am free Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Image Pixabay
Lusterless
Lusterless
Amongst life’s clutter and noise I long for peace For days to do nothing but stare at a flour-dusted sky For times when my senses are not assaulted by ignorant opinions and human ugliness I would recoil and slip into a monochrome world Matte and lusterless Black and white Honest in its presentation All shades of grey invisible and not clouding thoughts What you see is what you get and chaos lives elsewhere Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word prompts Stream of Consciousness - Black, white, grey Rag Tag Daily Prompt - Clutter
Zero to Crazy – An Awakening
Zero to Crazy – An Awakening
In the stillness of the dawn There is a chance for a new beginning A time to cast away that which no longer works The mangled and exhausted dialogue Repeated endlessly and accepted as gospel A new language to be learned and a fresh way of communicating My beloved I fear we are at an impasse My heart fights with my head and it will always win I languish in the love and you thrive in the war Zero to crazy in three seconds is no longer the norm It must end It did end and this is the new dawn Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with writing a poem about pain that we have experienced but have come out on the other side letter and stronger. I went back into my Poetry for Healing archives as I remembered writing this in October 2019. I think it fits the prompt. Image by Devalei Love from Pixabay
Peacefulness – Poem of the Month – October 2021
Peacefulness
A wading heron stands silently in the water Comfortable with its one-leggedness A whisp of crown plumage Wavering in the cool breeze The gentle sight soothing, calming Allowing the mind to close out noise and soak in the peacefulness of the moment Roused from a reverie by the rustling of dried grasses I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming as nature strokes my hair with her breath and gently kisses my face with raindrops Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sanaa, from a Dash of Sunny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us with using a line from one her beautiful poems and has asked us to replace one or two of her words with derivatives. I chose he following line from her poem Buck Moon, Part II Seeing Things - “The rustling of leaves; I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” I switched out leaves for dried grasses. Photo by Craig Cameron on Unsplash
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