Senryu Sails silhouetted Against the evening sun A dreamy seascape Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Wednesday July 6, 2022
Tag: sails
Daily Haiku – Tue. December 1, 2020
Senryu The wind in my sails Stolen by your moodiness Happiness at bay Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Siren – Poem of the Month – September 2018
Siren
Observing the arcing whales
from beneath the pretty sails
of this schooner
A desired state
is to be with you
in this love drunken stupor
To be enjoyed and saved
our thoughts are enslaved
locked safely away
Always living in memory
to be revisited often
forgetting not these happy days
I hypnotize you shamefully
you come with me willingly
we are united as one
Mesmerizing and sensuous
making outrageous promises
what a web I have spun
Behaving sinfully
sailing blissfully
towards the horizon
I have you under my spell
I am your sea nymph
your nautical siren
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Cliffs
Cliffs
The sea was kissed
by the morning mist
Darkness tarried
as the sun struggled
to be set free
Standing atop the cliffs
a wild picture
of windblown
red hair likened to
the Flame tree
Cloak lifted by the wind
she scanned the horizon
searching for a sign
Praying he comes today
as was his decree
In the distance
she espies the sails
The ship moving at a clip
becoming clearer, getting nearer
bringing her the key
A flock of seagulls
Releasing its cacophony
Rose up around her
Its noise summoning
her sensually
Heart lifted from its
recessed pit
she mounts her steed
Galloping to the shoreline
sorrows vanish
once more carefree
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word 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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