Haiku Chilly morning wind kicking up the fallen leaves moving them elsewhere Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Tue. October 13, 2020
Tag: Wind
Daily Haiku – Sun. September 27, 2020
Senryu The wind takes our thoughts as tears become a river Pain stays forever Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Thu. August 13, 2020
Haiku A whipping wind blows Whistling through the naked trees Lifting leaves in air Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Thu. July 9, 2020
Haiku Finally leaving Bad thoughts are floating away Carried by the wind Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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
Daily Haiku – Fri. May 31, 2019
Senryu
Like grasping the wind
I realize now you have
slipped through my fingers
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Tue. November 13, 2018
The wind takes your breath
Fire is burning in your heart
The earth grounds your soul
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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 ©
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