A web of deceit
Will ultimately strangle
Those who are weaving
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Month: July 2018
Moon and the Sun
The moon struggled to rise
One night, as the sun
Gasped towards the sea
Leaving the day undone
The earth overheated
From disregard and denial
Left us breathless this night
Waiting for the moon’s arrival
An arrangement was needed
To placate the moon
A possibility of compromise
But communication inopportune
With neither ever meeting
At anytime in the sky
An intermediary is required
Our actions yet another black eye
We are the conduits
For continual balance of the Earth
We must care for it with love
It is suffering from a dearth
Losing precious inventory
With ignorant decisions
Responsibility disregarded
Leading to ultimate derision
Shooting ourselves in the foot
Leaving a permanent disability
With nothing for our children to inherit
Except the irreversibility
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Prompts:
Daily Haiku – Friday, July 27, 2018
Disregarding science
Another polar bear may drown
From your ignorance
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Dreamer
The beautiful dreamer
Sat on the cold floor
Head in her hands
Still feeling that slam of the door
As she tried to salvage
The remains of her dignity
She recalled the interaction
And his lack of humanity
Her offering of love
He had dramatically rejected
Laughing at her attempts
Leaving it unrequited
His bourgeois ideology
Was to her disparaging
Mocking her heritage
Was hurtfully demeaning
Superior was his attitude
Talking down to her
From his moral high ground
He was no better than a poseur
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Daily Haiku – Thursday, July 26, 2018
The eyes of the soul
Can look deep into a heart
In need of comfort
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Sky
The flaming sky at the end of day
Brazen colors like molten lava
Streaking across the canvas
The sun a bursting yellow-pink guava
The breeze refreshing the body
The heat of the day a lingering memory
Twilight closing in, cooling the sand
Under bare feet, a feeling sensory
Calm sea turning silver grey
From the sky’s purple haze
The evening moon still light and pale
With the last of the suns rays
Shadows slowly disappearing
Sails silhouetted against the sky
Birds now quiet from a day of fishing
Footprints in the sand to identify
Sea grasses blowing in the breeze
Fragrant blossoms scenting the air
Laughter travels in the distance
A romantic time to share
Inviting shallow waters
Lure the fortunate with sensitivity
Sand dollars and shells to be found
Beauty in its simplicity
The moon now full in the cycle
With its silvery iridescence
Lighting the cloudless night sky
The day ends with evanescence
Christine Bolton
Word Prompts:
One Liner Wednesday – July 25
This is an old London Underground ad that I took a photo of a few years ago, featuring Henry VIII and Ann Boleyn
heading for The Tower Of London. I love it!
In response to Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Daily Haiku – Wednesday, July 25, 2018
The sky is crying
The teardrops of a planet
Dying from neglect
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Immorality
The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes
A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross
Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious
Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment
Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand
An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness
Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch
Christine Bolton
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Word Prompts:
Daily Haiku – Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Elephants will mourn
The loss of family members
Years after their death
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©