
Haiku Not a sound is heard In the still of the night air Nature is sleeping Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Not a sound is heard In the still of the night air Nature is sleeping Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Seven Pelicans bobbed peacefully on the gentle movement of bay waters Sunlight captured on the surface displaying its sparkling gems A cloudless sky and warm breeze delivered a picture postcard day A Great Egret stood patiently beside a dock fisherman Hungry for his catch I smiled remembering our birds show no fear when it comes to food As I allowed the beauty of the day to embrace my body a dolphin arced in the water and touched my soul with the sight These stolen moments at the water’s edge Seen through my window of opportunity Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Merril is hosting D'Verse tonight and prompted us with "Windows"
A slow controlled walk across the vast empty space Each step controlled and purposeful as was she A solitary creature without distraction At one point stopping as if frozen in time Not a hair on her head moved Breathing barely visible Long and slender limbs holding an arched frame Her green suit blended in to the surroundings as if invisible She had spotted her prey and watched him carefully He was unaware of her presence Oblivious to what she was planning He turned ever so slightly realizing she was there and the mating ritual began When finished and with the same effortless precision she devoured him Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting D'Verse tonight and has given us the prompt of living things - animals, mammals, insects etc. Factoid: A praying mantis is not only carnivorous but a vast majority is also cannibalistic — meaning they will eat others (even of the same species) when they have the chance. So the general advice is to keep praying mantis solitary. They enjoy being on their own and most species don't tolerate any competition.
flocculent clouds puffed in the sky giant marshmallows tempting the eye an east wind moving them beyond the line of vision dividing the horizon with a precise incision sun covered momentarily perhaps making a prediction only to reappear with courage of its conviction as twilight arrives at its inevitable time Nature’s shift begins its internal rhyme Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse. I reworked a poem I wrote about 5 years ago. I wrote it in rhyme as that is how nature sometimes talks to me ☺️
Your name is pretty and describes you well Maidenhair You are a fern Delicate and soft fluttering in the breeze In some places you are finicky and live inside where it is warm You are planted in peat-moss soil and misted with water But here in the deep south you are a delightful weed Strong, low-maintenance popping up in between concrete cracks around trees and pushing up pebbles You are at home in shady sunshine Natural and free flowing and for sale Nowhere Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sarah is hosting D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with "Weeds" Photo by Xuan Min on Unsplash
Between long shadows
and golden hues of late afternoon sun
The silent movement of gossamer wings
flutter in gentle breezes
A sweet sound of birdsong
echoing through trees
Sparkling diamonds of early morning dew
caught on a spider’s web
A flapping of duck’s wings the only sound
Full moon rising to complete a starry sky
Hooting of a distant owl
Melodic sounds of a river tumbling over rocks
Cool water washing sand from between toes
The rhythmic movement of a boat upon water
Lulling you into sleep
An invitation to fill the senses
Simple wonders bring peace
and soothe a troubled soul
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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets
Senryu Eyes closed from the sun Listening to Nature’s sounds Gentle lullaby Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Our senses are filled In every way, each day Patterns of nature Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn
Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass
The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song
A blanket of silence comforting and welcome
Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day
It is in these moments that time stands still
I am gifted with peace and I give thanks
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Prompts
RDP - Thanks
Stream of Consciousness - Morning
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend