Cuban Crisis

Cuban Crisis

She was pulled towards
the whiff of cigar smoke
in the still night air
Pungent yet sweet
it was magnetic
Luring her into the snare

He stood in a cloud
of the scented haze
enjoying his vice
She watched quietly
for a few moments
debating her own advice

She had pretended interest
in the Cuban cigar
knowing it would intrigue
He invited her easily
to step outside
But was she out of his league?

He was holding an object
in his outstretched hand
as she approached
Just as she had thought
a fat cigar for her
She knew she had been caught

He laughed at her look
She was an easy read
He had got her good
Men don’t want women
to smoke cigars
If only they understood

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Whiff

Object

Magnetic

Photo by Étienne Beauregard-Riverin on Unsplash

Enslaved

Enslaved

For one brief moment

I saw that glimmer of hope

That comes with every sunrise

 

Is this the day

when I will no longer

hear the words that chastise?

 

Will this be the day

Someone comes for me

To lead me from the darkness

 

So I can be free

from this prison

of cruelty and starkness

 

Perhaps today you will forget

to lock the door of this room

so I might escape

 

Being your sex slave

has taken it toll

I can take no more brutal rape

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Photo by Geo Martinez on Unsplash

Prompts:

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #21 – How will I know

and in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt (Below) Glimmer

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Song Lyric Sunday – Lost

Good Morning!

Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt is Lost. I thought of Steely Dan and Ricky Don’t Lose That Number and went to Youtube to look for the video.  Before doing so I did a quick search for “Lost” songs and came across this one called Lost Boy by Ruth B. It is from her debut album Safe Haven in 2016.  I had not heard it before but was totally mesmerized by her voice and the poetic lyrics.

I hope you enjoy it.  Have a great Sunday!

Lost Boy

by Ruth B

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan, that’s what they call me
I promise that you’ll never be lonely, ” and ever since that day

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

Songwriters: Ruth Berhe

Lost Boy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Just a Matter of Time

Just a Matter of Time

It was sorcerous how she got there
Touching the stone thinking of a forebear
She was sent way back in time
To a place long before
Finding a love she wished for
Feeling like it was a crime

Living a life two centuries in yesteryear
Forgetting a husband once so dear
A fabulist weaving stories in her head
In the two lives she had dwelt
Once with a Briton and once with a Celt
Would either one believe a shred

Life full of magical fantasy
So far from her reality
A handsome warrior and protector
He had stolen her heart
How could they now ever part
For she had drunk his nectar

Reluctantly one day she returned
But the love she left there was spurned
The present was lost to her forever
The past called her to regress
To the highlands of tartan dress
She vowed to get there whenever

Lifting the hem of her frock
She scrambles up the rock
Stopping at the circle of stones
As she touches the granite
She begins to understand it
Feeling a shiver in her bones

She passes through time
Falling and tumbling in rhyme
Looking for the same track
To that time of long ago
Where she had dared to go
Now wishing to go back

Would he still be waiting there
Or would he forswear
Rejecting her devotion
Could he believe her story
Or see it as an allegory
or some foolish notion

Time really did stand still
She thought falling down the hill
It just won’t wait for any man
She felt fierce in commitment
Not fearing embarrassment
Vowing only that she can

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Inspired by the novel Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Word Prompts:

Granite

Fabulist

Fierce

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #20 – Time Stands Still

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Can

Photo:  Craigh na Dun, near Inverness Scotland

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Eyes Wide Open – Week #15

Good Morning!

Just when I thought the temperatures were finally dropping, they spiked again with help from the heat index.  I cut back on my running because I just couldn’t do it for very long this week and enjoyed some walking instead. Even on the coast we were at 99 degrees and these very high Fall temperatures were draining.  The following photos were taken on an iPhone.

Hope you enjoy your Saturday!

Even on the coast we were at 99 degrees. Some pretty high Fall temperatures

I wish I was going with them … it looks cooler!

I saw several trees like this, all in blossom.

I’m not sure what it is so I’ll check it out. Does anyone know?

Some large yard art.  Pretty horses.

This little guy was all on his own

Pretty shot with the building reflecting perfectly in the water

These heat tolerant plants were beautifully blooming

 

 

Assault

Assault

His voice was husky
With breath of whiskey
In his eyes he took me
I felt a shiver down my spine
He had the look of a swine
He thought he was a somebody

His hands on my body touching
My fists  tightly clenching
I wanted to retch
Mauling me like an animal
I was trying to be rational
As he pushed me against the ketch

The marina was poorly lit
And this deplorable wouldn’t quit
No one heard me shout
The weekend noise
Was covering my cries
I was being assaulted no doubt

He’s telling me I want it
I’ve been asking for it
As he viciously bit my lip
My knee jerks upward
And he just got suckered
Loosening his grip

My attacker once ruthless
Now bent over useless
Writhing in justified pain
I pushed him to the ground
Enjoying his whimpering sound
He won’t try this again

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Deplorable

Week

Photo by Pankaj Patel on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Patience

Patience

 

I know what I want

Saying it again and again

Never materializing

Always demoralizing

This is insane

 

In this life I’ve searched

For you in my dreams

I can visualize you

And feel you

Or so it seems

 

It’s as if I actually know you

We are already together

Understanding each well

Never having to say farewell

Bonded like birds of a feather

 

I think your thoughts

and you know my feelings

You are the Yang

I am the Yin

The harmony is revealing

 

Patience is a virtue

Until you find me I wait

Ready to receive

Knowingly I apperceive

The arrival of my soul mate

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #19 – What do you want

Photo by Hector Gomez on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

 

%d bloggers like this: