
Haiku At peace in nature The only sound is birdsong Silence is golden Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku At peace in nature The only sound is birdsong Silence is golden Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Silence comes at last The sounds of the day long gone Stillness of the night Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu In the dark silence I can hear your heart beating In sync with my own Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Silence is preferred If you have nothing to say That is any good Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu A bell could be heard somewhere off in the distance Breaking the silence Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Haiku Silence is broken Sweet sound of the Mockingbird Singing joyfully Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Your silence stinging Eyes refusing to meet mine You can be so cold Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Finally peace found Silence is a welcome gift A time to reflect Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Senryu Closed eyes shut out noise Silence makes way for new growth Clearing the clutter Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
A snowflake falls in splendid silence Unparalleled in undeniable uniqueness As more and more fall slowly delicately building upon each other Creating walls of compacted virgin whiteness stacked high Reticent, uncommunicative Sentinels of stillness, unmoving Sadly survival is short-lived Mixing meltwater mush Eventually evaporating into the same silence from whence it came Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with 'Paradox' We were to choose one of three lines from Paul Dunbar's "The Paradox" or the line given from Wallace Stevens' The Snow Man" I chose the second option: "For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is." Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay