Tag: nature

Wet Blanket

Wet Blanket

Grey, blanketed sky
mirroring the day’s mood
Dreary and dull
The sunshine of a smile
hidden by a depression
The inevitable rains come
Drowning sorrows
not before
the rays catch fire
Burning the clouds
and mixing a rainbow
Coloring a world
deprived of joy
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight and has 
prompted us with the word 'Blanket'
to be used as a noun, vern or adjective

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly
44 words excluding the title
 

Respite – A Tanka

Respite

Give thanks to rain clouds
for blanketing the sun’s heat
Drenching a parched earth
and cooling temperatures
A brief respite for now
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Frank Tassone's Weekly
Haiku Challenge #156

This week, write the haikai poem of your
choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga,
renga, etc.) that alludes to new coolness
(shinryoo).

In Florida we are still in hurricane season
and the weather and the Gulf remain extremely
warm.  The rains give us some relief but it
is temporary.

Image by Stephanie Albert from Pixabay 

The Exchange – A Nine Line Poem

The Exchange

Summer becomes weary and
is preparing for the handover
Leaving her blooms to dry out
Too exhausted to carry on
Exchanging her sunshine and
its warmth of
gold rays and refreshing breezes 
for the cooler winds of Autumn and
brass colored foliage on trees

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted us with September and the
changing of seasons. There are two prompts
offered. This one is a 9 Line Poem.


Write NINE-LINE VERSE(S), taking ONE of the
following lines so that each consecutive word
becomes the start of the next line of your poem.
Keep the word order and repeat the pattern for
more verses.
 
1. Those/ pale /flowers /might /still /have/
time/ to /fruit (Borowicz)
2. Summer/ is /leaving/ too/ exchanging/
 its/ gold/ for brass (Dorothy Lawrenson)
3. West/ mountains/ erased/ with/ azure/ into/ Spring/cool/ nights (Murray)

For example:
Those xx
pale xx
flowers xx
might xxx
etc etc
 
I chose #2 by Dorothy Lawrenson “September

A Room with a View

A Room with a View

A circle of cackling crows
picnic on abandoned fruit
under the mango tree
Five female ducks
On the bank
Sitting pretty in a row
 
Wood Storks gather
in the shallows
surveying the territory 
As pink spoonbills 
splash land
in the water
 
Needle-beaked Ibis
waiting anxiously
for lawnmowers
to quiet their noise
so they may feast,
hungry for grubs
 
Late afternoon sun
captures Sandhill Cranes
In its glowing golden rays
Light reflecting
like dancing diamonds
on the surface of the lake
 
Full moon rising
Chasing day into night
Sky changing colors
Blues to pinks to greys
As it bids farewell
and darkness comes
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace at D'Verse Poets Pub has a special host
tonight, Peter Frankis, an Australian Writer who
has prompted us tonight to write a poem looking
out of a window. 

Image by Paul Brennan from Pixabay 
 

Opalescent

Opalescent

Craggy rocks
veiled with
gauzy mist
Morning air
chilling in
it’s mystery
Dramatic colors
unfolding
with the hours
passing
Greys turning
to blues
as the sun rises
with it’s warmth
Changing the 
landscape 
in its ever-moving
cycle of light
following dark


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

in response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo

Twister

Twister

The scent of jasmine 
hung heavy
in the still night air
Soothing and assuasive
Peace had descended
on the carnage
of the day
The rage came
unmasked and bare
Showing
its teeth
Fear engulfed
all on its path
The remains
of the day
scattered for miles
Bricks and mortar
Splintered wood
from ancient trees
Personal belongings
One constant sign
of normalcy
Water cascading
timelessly
Oblivious
to the wrath
of a twister
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo - Cascade
Word of the Day - Jasmine
RDP - Unmask
FOWC - Rage

 

Birdsong

Birdsong

Delicate creatures with a way
Of creating a glorious sound
A chorus heard from bay to bay
 
No sweeter a sound to be sung 
From creatures without any lips
And least of all an unusual tongue
 
Before I speak my last word
Or draw a final breath
I pray to hear the song of a bird

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight

For today’s prompt the challenge is to choose
AT LEAST THREE RHYME SETS
These are:- 
SPEECH/REST/BEACH 
ON/SEA/UPON
WORD/BREATH/BIRD
WAY/SOUND/BAY
SUNG/LIPS/TONGUE
-Write your poem as a rhyming tercet of 3 line stanzas
though a composite 9 liner or more would do just as well
- Strict meter is not a requirement but for an extra
challenge try pentameter (10 syllables to each line)
- You do NOT have to follow the ordered sequence
of the above
- You may reverse the order of the 1st & 3rd words
but otherwise keep the integrity of each rhyme set

Image by skeeze from Pixabay 
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