Here are some photos from this week to share with you. As usual they are taken on my iPhone.
Enjoy your Saturday and keep your eyes wide open!
I couldn’t believe this butterfly let me get so close to him. I guess he was busy feeding himself!
This little crab ran across my path while I was walking on the nature trail
A Desert Rose I am nurturing
A pretty Catamaran
Spot the Bee on the Marigold
What you have damaged
Had once been so beautiful
And cannot be saved
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Resembling someone I no longer know
Empty, devoid of emotion, almost inhumane
Seeing you, grudgingly, in your moment of glory
Pumped victoriously with ego
Endorphins swimming with energy
Circling the waters like a shark
Targeting your catch of the day
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Artur Nasyrov on Unsplash
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The demon was stirred
And he spat his flames at you
Leaving a scarred heart
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
The sound of your voice
Lingers in my head
Your words carved in stone
Like a gravestone for the dead
Breath caught between
My lungs and throat
Leaving me speechless
With no sound to emote
Encircling me as you fire
your ammunition
Not yet triumphant
Until my dissolution
Vex until prey exhausted
Seeing the fear in my eyes
Continue your blasting
Ever a reason to chastise
Always the possibility
Your feelings would turn
Ultimately rejecting me
Like the proverbial worm
An irritation to your delicate self
My face no longer fits your picture
I’m not stroking your ego
Nor resembling your descriptor
Drowning my livelihood
In the sea of your discontent
Regarded as your property
Finding a way to circumvent
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Forgotten wishes
Can come true if you believe
In your memories
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Good Morning!
I hope this brings a smile to you face on this Hump Day. Do you agree with this statement?
In réponse to One Liner Wednesday – August 15, 2018
Ugly memories
Buried so deep in the heart
Live in a coma
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
He slowly rowed the
small boat
to the middle of the lake
never saying where
he was going
Just knowing what to take
Peace and solitude
It was a favorite
way to escape
He went quietly
without a sound
his plan taking shape
No one around
to question his actions
No fear of his daughter
Hell to pay
if she only knew of
his smoke on the water
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Tuesday Writing Prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe – Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)
Her perfume redolent
in the night air
as she walked
to the water
alone
with ne’er a care
What was blue
had become black
with no warning
In a heartbeat
she had been knocked
on her back
Without substance
an accusation held
Lies spread
in wildfire
her dignity at risk
she was compelled
His rebuke cruel
and unfounded
confrontation inevitable
Waiting by the shore
calm and present
his demeanor unbounded
Confusion existed
stretching distance between
Eyes locked
apology offered from
him to her
she began to careen
Caught in his arms
was a natural state
The darkness lifted
memory vanished
in a flash
like it never existed
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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