The silvery moon
Shining her light on this world
On a starless night
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Wed. February 6, 2019
Tag: moon
Daily Haiku – Tue. October 16, 2018
Moon pushes the sun
Into the new day coming
Their cycle begins
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Thu. October 11, 2018
The sun is now low
Sitting on the horizon
The moon rising high
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Wounded
Wounded
I love your gentleness
Even though I see your fire
You are a wounded soul
Who fights
I feel your ire
Rugged exterior
But silently brooding
Your spirit bruised
Its power immense
But always eluding
Your head
is lit by the moon
Your heart
darkened by the storms
Your body has been hewn
Let me heal you
Protect you from harm
Light the way
Out of the tunnel
And your enemies disarm
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #9 – Love
Photo by Nicolas Ladino Silva on Unsplash
Lady of the Lake – Poem of the Month – November 2018
Lady of the Lake
The moon had risen in the black sky
Giving an ethereal luminescence
Silver shimmering ripples on the lake
Magical in its quivering quintessence
The place of myths and legends
Mystery suspended in the cool night air
A white vision stands at water’s edge
A commanding presence with her long hair
The Lady of the Lake a mourning bride
of a soldier murdered by his men
Distraught she threw herself to her death
Forever trapped to roam over and again
Wandering the walls of the Charles Fort
A familiar sight of agonized plight
Grief-stricken for her dead groom
She walks the darkened streets at night
Her trapped spirit forever nocturnal
Appearing to those who can see
The Lady of the Lake is still mourning
Her loss forever burned into history
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
OctPoWriMo – A Poem a Day – October #7
Photo by Luke Marshall on Unsplash
Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale
Musical Notes – Tanka
Musical Notes
Staring at the moon
Looking for answers to life
Like a lover scorned
The soulful cello awoke
Your essence was there once more
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Dominik Scythe on Unsplash
In responce to OctPoWriMo Challenge Notes – a Tanka
The challenge suggested using notes that we keep to prompt our writing. I always have the sound of the cello in my head and had made some notes about how it made me feel.
Market
Market
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 ©
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Daily Haiku – Sunday, August 26, 2018
A moon punctured sky
And stars sparkling through pinholes
Give us a light show
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Moon and the Sun
The moon struggled to rise
One night, as the sun
Gasped towards the sea
Leaving the day undone
The earth overheated
From disregard and denial
Left us breathless this night
Waiting for the moon’s arrival
An arrangement was needed
To placate the moon
A possibility of compromise
But communication inopportune
With neither ever meeting
At anytime in the sky
An intermediary is required
Our actions yet another black eye
We are the conduits
For continual balance of the Earth
We must care for it with love
It is suffering from a dearth
Losing precious inventory
With ignorant decisions
Responsibility disregarded
Leading to ultimate derision
Shooting ourselves in the foot
Leaving a permanent disability
With nothing for our children to inherit
Except the irreversibility
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Prompts:
Sky
The flaming sky at the end of day
Brazen colors like molten lava
Streaking across the canvas
The sun a bursting yellow-pink guava
The breeze refreshing the body
The heat of the day a lingering memory
Twilight closing in, cooling the sand
Under bare feet, a feeling sensory
Calm sea turning silver grey
From the sky’s purple haze
The evening moon still light and pale
With the last of the suns rays
Shadows slowly disappearing
Sails silhouetted against the sky
Birds now quiet from a day of fishing
Footprints in the sand to identify
Sea grasses blowing in the breeze
Fragrant blossoms scenting the air
Laughter travels in the distance
A romantic time to share
Inviting shallow waters
Lure the fortunate with sensitivity
Sand dollars and shells to be found
Beauty in its simplicity
The moon now full in the cycle
With its silvery iridescence
Lighting the cloudless night sky
The day ends with evanescence
Christine Bolton
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