The wind takes your breath
Fire is burning in your heart
The earth grounds your soul
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Tag: Wind
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
Balancing Act
Balancing Act
Walking a tightrope
Above the minefields
of your existence
I throw caution to the wind
Up here I may fall
A path of least resistance
Melancholy thoughts
And depressing actions
Separate us by degrees
Refusing to let go
Clinging to air
I’m an artist of trapeze
Remaining in limbo
With no safety net
Patiently waiting
Self-indulgent proclivities
Keep us apart but
My danger liberating
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Grace from dVerse Poets Open Link Night #229
Market
Market
From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak
As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds
Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife
The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender
Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses
Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long
An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Reborn
Reborn
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:
Daily Haiku – Friday, August 24, 2018
Wind gusting fiercely
Crashing waves against the rocks
Washing away time
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing