Tag: Wind

Winter

Winter - A Butterfly Oddquain
 
Wind
is whistling
through the leafless trees
Feeling the chill in the air
Cold
As I pull my collar up
shivering slightly
Winter has
come

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie
Saturday Mix - Oddquain Form
Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines
I chose a Butterfly Oddquain, a nine line stanza
Syllables - 1,3,5,7,5,3,1


Wind - RDP
Whistle - FOWC
SSoC - Instructions - I followed the instructions to write this Oddquain
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Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay

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

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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

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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:

Sonorous

Hirsute

Eager

Alliance

Adopt

 

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