Tag: Word of he day Challenge

Senses of Summer

The scent of gardenias
Floating on late afternoon air
Sweetly fragrant and tender
Nothing can compare

Spanish Moss hanging in dreadlocks
On the old Rastafarian Oak
Summer warmed earth
No need for a hooded cloak

Monarchs fluttering here and there
Squirrels flying from tree to tree
Water trickling over rocks
Babbling stream to the sea

Brightness of tropical flowers
Flourishing in their colorful glory
Dramatic blossoms from lush foliage
For our pleasure contributory

Pelicans gliding above the water
Ready to dive when the moment is right
Something spied for their supper
No time to consider the fish’s plight

Peaceful moments spent on the dock
Boats parading along the water
Music floating across the air
A young couple with daughter

Sun’s rays kissing the skin
Freckling the nose
Walking slowly along the beach
Sand between the toes

Sandpipers scurrying
Avoiding the tide
Children playing
In sand liquefied

Random driftwood scattered
A horseshoe crab’s empty shell
Sandcastles left in ruins
A discarded bathing suit with a story to tell

Treasured moments to keep
In memories deep in time
Almost worth the winter freeze
To sip the last of the summer wine

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Kayla Ann’s End of Summer Poetry Contest:Senses of Summer

Word of the Day Photo Prompt Fragrant

Rag Tag Prompt Play

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Journey

 

Journey

If you have lived your life
To the ‘nth degree
There is no part of you
That is not damaged
Leaving behind some debris

Growing and learning
Through the circle of life
Banging into walls
Running into dead ends
Doing your best to avoid the strife

The happiness is in and out
Like the sunshine playing with the showers
You bask and you run for cover
Laughing and crying
Living and dying like the flowers

You flourish while you are nourished
Taking the food of the gods
Drinking the wine of life
Sometimes overindulging
So what are the odds

What goes up must come down
You take the good and the bad
For every hill you climb
There is chute going down
And sometimes a Galahad

Life is always a gamble
You play the game
You can win big and fall hard
Welsh on your debts if so inclined
But take responsibility for any blame

Never give up on your challenges
You will always see them through
Life is a race to the finish
How you get there
Is entirely up to you

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Flourish

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