Senryu Closeness to nature Can soothe my broken spirit and heal open wounds Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Saturday September 17, 2022
Tag: nature
Walk in the Park
Walk in the Park
I walked that I might breathe Each inhalation pushing the oxygen Up to my brain until my head cleared and normalcy returned Every step taking me further away from the source of my discontent I absorbed the surroundings Following the bend in the river A gentle susurrus shook The weeping willow blossoms Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline as dusk staked its claim on the day From the corner of my eye a scintilla of light flashed to the left, then the right Fireflies shining in the twilight Glowing on and off Teasing the viewer tempted to catch them It was then I knew I had found my querencia My safe place of peace Where my equilibrium could return Stopping to wonder at the light show I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem. I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia. You will find their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.
Good Morning – A Quadrille
Good Morning
Sleep slinked away like a thief in the night In the wee hours of the morning countless sheep filled a head waiting for dawn to break With it came brightness and clarity A palette of blazing orange with whisps of grey brushing the sky Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse. She has promoted us with "Morning" A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title Image by marion beraudias from Pixabay
Daily Haiku – Friday August 5, 2022
Senryu Looking to nature For answers to life’s problems Never disappoints Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
The Dog Days of Summer
The Dog Days of Summer
The Summer began in early Spring this year
Bringing merciless heat scorching body and earth
Cranking air conditioners and spinning fans
Beaches and pools crowded with souls
Searching for cooling comfort
The solstice came and went
and the arrival of rainy season gifted relief
As it slipped into its seasonal pattern
Now deep into August the sky is full
Moving clusters of cumulus clouds
Drape themselves across the blue-grey expanse
Emptying in intervals
With thirty second rain showers
Now you see them, now you don’t
Pouring on one side of the street,
Not the other
The sun peeking in between
Painting her rainbows
And as darkness falls mosquitoes come to life
Sending their targets scurrying
for the cover of citronella
Heat lightning glows red in the night sky
And thunder’s drum roll announces its presence
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All Rights Reserved
August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge. -- Blaize Clement
Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. This poem is in response to Sanaa's
prompt of The Month of August from Thursday night's D'Verse. I was running too late to post it!
Daily Haiku – Wednesday July 27, 2022
Senryu Communicating With nature and her beauty A peaceful moment Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Blood On Our Hands
Blood On Our Hands
The smooth sands of a silent desert now a windstorm of grit burrowing into every orifice Blinding and scratching eyes Tasting and choking on the bitterness of unannounced fury The still waters of windless waves become a raging, angry ocean Swallowing the body whole and regurgitating denialism with each turbulent flow of rampant wrath A forest, green and succulent succumbing to heated, fiery ire Crackling coniferous and deciduous woodland Consuming beauty in a violent blaze The tears of this earth become blood on our hands Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Prompts D’Verse - Open Link Night Hosted by Lillian Earthweal - Open Link Weekend
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
Daily Haiku – Friday June 3, 2022
Haiku The tranquility of the early evening air Nature quietening Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
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.