Senryu At the water’s edge she could see her reflection Shocked at the image Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Sun. May 24, 2020
Tag: Water
Daily Haiku – Fri. March 13, 2020
Haiku
A rush of water
cascading down the mountain
Energy released
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Daily Haiku – Sun. April 21, 2019
Senryu
The water is cool
Refreshing my hot dry skin
Soothing my body
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Daily Haiku – Fri. April 5, 2019
Water shimmering
Colors of silver and grey
The sky pink and blue
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Water Music
Water Music
Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin
He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band
She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed
Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?
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Faraway
Faraway
Faraway in my dreams
You wait for me here
We kiss in sunlight
and then you disappear
You come and go
whenever I wish
Never staying long
Swimming away like a fish
Playfully you are the wind
Blowing up my dress
Water splashing me
Gently like a caress
Sometimes I hide
And you have to go seek
Running down the beach
While I admire your physique
My fantasy is
one day you’ll stay
Then you’ll be mine forever
and no longer faraway
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent’s Write/Photo Prompt Faraway
Daily Haiku – Friday, September 14, 2018
The water ripples
In never ending circles
Reflecting its life
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Smoke
He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take
Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape
No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)
Innocent
Her perfume redolent
in the night air
as she walked
to the water
alone
with ne’er a care
What was blue
had become black
with no warning
In a heartbeat
she had been knocked
on her back
Without substance
an accusation held
Lies spread
in wildfire
her dignity at risk
she was compelled
His rebuke cruel
and unfounded
confrontation inevitable
Waiting by the shore
calm and present
his demeanor unbounded
Confusion existed
stretching distance between
Eyes locked
apology offered from
him to her
she began to careen
Caught in his arms
was a natural state
The darkness lifted
memory vanished
in a flash
like it never existed
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Fire and Water
Fire and water
We travel through it by far
As much as I douse your flames
You continue to spar
Paralyzed by your words
Cold and cruel, you are an animal
Each one a mind blowing zing
And you claim to be rational
Your criticisms are unfounded
They are unkind and heartless
Where is your filter?
But you proceed regardless
Saying whatever you want
Irrespective of the effect
If I try to distract you
Your voice will inflect
It hurts and you are aware
But it doesn’t stop you
Never apologizing
Your behavior is askew
For the pain you inflict
I don’t know you anymore?
Not recognizing who you’ve become
I feel cut to the core
Our communications escalate
To a level that is dangerous
Your false accusations
Are downright traitorous
You are determined to compete
I have become your arch rival
To you I practice cognitive dissonance
But in reality it is my survival
Christine Bolton
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