Haiku The tiny Sparrow Working hard searching for food Small and delicate Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
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How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before
Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness
That I may hear the earth’s hush
Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed
Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Write/Photo - Small
D'Verse Poets Open Link Night
I am a Rock
This small round stone
Has warmed in my hand
It is smooth and colorful
From where did it come?
Perhaps the hinterland
How did it get here?
Who has held too?
Was it part of something
Or just a rock in the fescue?
Energy from the pebble
Is soothing my soul
I am connected to nature
At peace with myself
And feeling ultimately whole
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to D’Verse Poets Tuesday Challenge from Sarah Mindfulness
We were asked to hold an object for a period of time and then write about it.