Shoes

Today I have appreciation
For this life I live
Even when at times I am melancholy
There is still is so much to give

With suffering all around
It’s easy to turn the other way
Thankful for our own good fortune
Maybe we can help another day

Let me walk in your shoes
At least for today
I want to feel your anguish
Perhaps your pain I can defray

Kindness is a currency of gold
Costing nothing to share
Reaching out to the less fortunate
Relieving them of despair

Mirth is not only for the prosperous
Those suffering also need relief
Remember somewhere in your past
You too suffered with grief

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts

Melancholy

Appreciation

Mirth

Gold

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3-2-1 Challenge – Emojis v Words

Originally the brain child of A Guy Called Bloke , I thank Kristian  from Tales from the Mind of Kristian for inviting me to participate in another 3-2-1 Challenge.  Please check out his site and read some super short stories and poems.

The Rules of the Challenge are as follows:

Thank the Selector

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.

Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

Just a few days ago, July 17, was World Emoji Day so today’s 3-2-1 Challenge Word “Expression” was timely. Love them or hate them, we all seem to use them!

 

When we used to write real letters, they were heartfelt and our words were used wisely so there was no misunderstanding.  We cherished them, reread them, tied them in ribbons and saved them in shoeboxes.  I still have some of mine and spent an hour a few weeks ago going through them again.  It made for a very special moment bringing back lots of memories.

These days, unfortunately, we rarely write letters on paper.  We squash our words into emails, texts and twitter, limiting what we actually want to say.  Just to be sure we don’t upset, offend or hurt the recipient of the literary masterpiece, we add emojis here and there to express ourselves so they will hopefully understand our social media shorthand.   I am as guilty of it as anyone else but I think it’s really quite 😥.

Being a tactile person I have always enjoyed paper, books, written materials, that I can touch and smell, and loved writing and receiving letters.  Fortunately I still can do that.  I hope they don’t disappear too soon!

Here are a couple of expressions, not emojis, that amuse me and I share them with you.

I nominate the following bloggers.

J-Dub

Poetry From The Inkwell

Ishaisms

This is challenge of choice and you do not have to respond by any deadline or you don’t have to participate at all.

It’s all just good fun! 😊👍✌️

Enjoy your day!

Christine

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Confusion

There are tears in my throat
Drowning my voice
Unable to surface
It has no other choice

I am emotionally catatonic
As I walk in a trance
Tripping over my own feet
Unable to advance

I steady myself
Before moving any farther
Desperately wanting to recall
What prompted my departure

Taking a giant step backwards
Trying to process events
I choke on the thoughts
Making no sense

How did I arrive here
Alone and mentally spent
Searching for answers
In a spiral of descent

I do not welcome
This confusing mystery
Another burden to carry
Adding to an unseen injury

Wandering aimlessly
With no compass to guide
I have become a lost soul
Left by the wayside

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts:

Welcome

Steady

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Union

When we are in the same orbit
I breathe your breath deep in my being
I am connected to your spirituality
Your heart beats inside of me
Our gravity pulls us toward the other
I am able to guide you unseeing

When your strength has become mine
It is enticing and fearless
We converge at each other’s core
My end is your beginning
We meet in the center
Where there is always forgiveness

When thoughts inside your head are mine
My words finish your extempore sentence
Coupled together a force of the mighty
Fighting battles of singularity
Combining collective strengths
Your culture and mine a divine confluence

When we are on the same wavelength
In harmony we move fluidly
Synchronicity takes form
Our unison apparent
Moving together as one
Loving the other sacredly

Christine Bolton

Daily Word Prompts:

Extempore

Enticing

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Eight

When I was eight
Things were not so great
Life gave me such a kick
I grew up pretty quick
A child expecting a present
Instead was delivered unpleasant
My parents started fighting
Just the beginning of writing
That was clearly on the wall
Witnessing the nightly brawl
My father was an unhappy man
My mother trying the best she can
The combination explosive
Their relationship corrosive
Living life under cumulus clouds
Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds
I learned to fake
Even though my heart would ache
Every ounce of pain
They delivered without refrain
Hurting each other mercilessly
Only to be regretted remorsefully
Suffering the pain as a mortal
Damage to the psyche immortal
Communication with each other
Was really like no other
I was the chosen intermediary
Carrying their messages diligently
The peacekeeper of the house
Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse
Too clever for my young age
I became the family sage
Learning the art of improvise
Trying to get parents to compromise
It was a huge burden to carry
Acting as their emissary
On the shoulders of someone so young
At eight years old this was no fun
They were unable to make decisions
There were only divisions
A merry go round of hostility
I finally had enough servility
If I had any potential
Then escape was essential
Breaking loose of that scene
When I was eighteen

Christine Bolton

Word Prompts of the day:

Potential

Clouds

Immortal

Present

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