Rising Sun – A Quadrille
As it finally breaks the dawn
stealing from the night
It wakens the sleeping birds
as it bathes the world in light
The sun’s great yellow orb
rising slowly in the big sky
flanked by cotton ball clouds
sitting way up there on high
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Grace is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight. Our prompt is 'Sun'
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title
Ipage by Mohamed Hassan, Pixabay
She walked slowly
and deliberately
crossing the path of no one
Her hair like spun sugar
Almost caramelized
In the early morning sun
The day was beginning
making its glorious entrance
bringing lightness to her day
The remains of the previous night
Little more than bad memories
slowly slipping away
Darkness had consumed her
blackening her heart
Stealing her soul
Wretched and angry
She fought hard to escape
the tenebrous hole
Kissed by the solar energy
her thoughts now clear
She shook off the shroud
releasing the negativity
that was consuming her
Letting it drift up to the clouds
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt Write/Photo - Yearning
The sun sinks lower
In the late afternoon sky
Chased down by the moon
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Moon pushes the sun
Into the new day coming
Their cycle begins
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit
Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow
The stream had dried up
Nothing left to drink
Wandering aimlessly
He had to think
Planetary conditions harsh
His skin burning
Heat games in his mind
became more disturbing
His hide was drying out
Hydration a faraway dream
Weakness in his legs
Now beyond extreme
He fell to the ground
Wishing the dizziness to stop
As he drew his last breath
He felt the first raindrop
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Bone
The sun is now low
Sitting on the horizon
The moon rising high
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Blue sky dappled white
Sun a high and golden ball
Silhouetted birds
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture
Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing
With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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The fog gave way
to the morning sun
as it struggled to shine
on the cliffs of might
The wind thrashing
the sea grasses
Blowing away remnants
of the night
Walking slowly away
from the memories of you
Inhaling deep a freshness
of purity
What’s done is done
Your voice no more living in my ears
A cleansing freedom
surpassed in its finality
Passing the chewing sheep
oblivious to their own destiny
Seeing the wild blackberries
and fuchsia along the hedgerow
growing amongst ancient stone
Defining the verdant land of centuries
I am confident on my path
More than I could ever know
Absconding with my dignity
allowing nature to touch my senses
Cleansed by the falling rain
Abstaining from thoughts you neuter
without guilt or shame
I am reborn and whole once more
Breathing in my new found liberty
as I walk towards a new future
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
The sun peeks through cracks
In your broken wounded soul
So you recover
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing