Month: September 2018

Freedom

Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

Go Dog Go Cafe – Promote Yourself Monday

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Autumn

Autumn

Acorns crunching under feet

Squirrels making a hasty retreat

Leaves of different colors fallen

This is now the season of Autumn

Humidity has finally left the air

The sun lies lower with less of a glare

A crispness now freshens the landscape

Summer has finally found her escape

Flower petals dying out on stems

Fall winds will perform the cleanse

Miles of fields recently mowed

Lined with hay rolls of colored gold

Illuminating the glorious landscape

Nature beginning to take shape

Sheaves of wheat standing propped

Not a sign of any left uncropped

A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch

Happy children hoping to catch

the biggest they can find

For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed

Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks

Costume considerations and rosy cheeks

Trick or treats

Lots of sweets

Bottles of cider from apple orchards

Do clocks go back or forwards?

Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie

Family visits and stomachs to satisfy

Obsequious children asking for cookies

Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies

Football games on television

When do we eat? Such indecision

Remembering what we are thankful for

Never forgetting those who went before

Dedications and gratitude

Private moments of solitude

A season of harvest and plenty to share

Someone is hungry in the world out there

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Obsequious

Illuminate

Bottle

Dedicate

Panoply

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Song Lyric Sunday – Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne is one of my most favorite singers.  The words to this song, Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate, are quite poetic and poignant.  It was featured on his album, The Pretenders, in 1976.  The video has an introduction from Bonnie Raitt.

In response to Helen Vahdati’s prompt Sleep for Song Lyric Sunday

Enjoy your Sunday!

 

;

Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where my life will lead me
Waiting to pass under Sleep’s dark and silent gate

I found my love too late
Running around day after day
Looking for the time to play
While my old friends slipped away

Never should have had to try so hard
To make a love work out, I guess
I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness
But the times when we were happy
Were the times we never tried

Sitting down by the highway
Looking down the road
Waiting for a ride
I don’t know where I’ve been
Wishing I could fly away
Don’t know where I’m going
Wishing I could hide
Oh God this is some shape I’m in
When the only thing that makes me cry
Is the kindness in my baby’s eye

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where the years have gone
They have all passed under
Sleep’s dark and silent gate

Jackson Browne

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Flower and Flour

Flower and Flour

Flowers in the rain showers
Drinking their wine
Soaking in the goodness
Drenching the vine

Flowers for senses
Pleasing the eyes and nose
Calla Lilies, Freesias
And the red, red, rose

Flowers for healing
Lavender and Eucalyptus
Remedies for ailments
From fruits of the citrus

Flour from corn and wheat
Rye and barley
Ground in the mill
Making good whisky

Flour in the kitchen
Mixing into the cake
Self-rising goodness
For the perfect bake

Flour in cookies
A different bouquet
Confections galore
A sweet array

Flower or Flour
Both provide pleasure
And healing qualities
Measure for measure

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Conciousness Saturday Flower and Flour

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Driven

Driven

The street her catwalk
The clothes her haute couture
Head held high
She strutted her stuff
At sixteen she was quite mature

Wrong side of the tracks
Not a good start to life
Being posh elevated her
confidence
Avoiding the strife

Able to work this
To get what she needed
Knowing herself
Trusting herself
A few years conceded

Love on the streets tonight
For sale at a price
Your place or mine
The front seat of your car
She could add a little spice

She had their number
Her expertise fortuitous
A carnival of sexual needs
She had seen it all
Separating herself from anxious

Sometimes there was violence
The Johns were abominating
The older girls looked out
not always able to protect her
She rarely saw it coming

She didn’t remember
How many there had been
Mostly it was a blur
Soon she would have enough
To say goodbye to the obscene

The end justified the means
She was almost there
Suck it up for a little longer
A few more tricks
Then nothing left to share

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Anxious

Carnival

Posh

Number

Fortuitous

 

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Eyes Wide Open – Week 11

Good Morning!

Another interesting week while I was out running.  I even caught sight of an Iguana!  You just never know what you are going to find out there. Inspiration is everywhere.

Enjoy your Saturday and please share some of the things you see when you keep your eyes wide open.

Have a great Saturday!

This Iguana was sitting on the ledge of a bridge I was running over.  He was still there when I came back an hour later!

I am not dyslexic but I can look at this sign a hundred times and I still see Oxygen & CRAP!

Pretty Mexican Petunias camouflaging this mailbox. I wonder if the postman ever gets stung by a bee trying to get the mail in the box!

 

Now that’s a mail box!  Stunning mosaic work.  I’d insist on snail mail just so I could open it everyday!

This Bull Mastiff is named George.  His dog walker introduced me and informed me George just moved here from Manhattan and has his own webpage.  Wow! a VIP.

I think George’s (photo above this one) dog walker forgot to pick up after him and left it on this neighbors front yard

Meeting

Meeting

The coolness of the marble
Soothed her feeling of duress
Waiting patiently for the outcome
She smoothed down her dress

Looking quickly in her compact
She checked her hair
A stray wisp had escaped
Giving her an eclectic flair

The museum was quiet
She gazed at the artwork
Standing in front of the painting
Her face creased to a smirk

She knew he was there
As his presence was felt
Turning she saw him
And her body began to melt

She had left a trail
Knowing he would follow
He had pursued willingly
Finding her at the Picasso

He said her name out loud
By the sound she was awed
He said with authority
“You are under arrest for art fraud”

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Today’s Word Prompts

Marble

Smirk

Duress

Eclectic

Pursue

Compact

 

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

%d bloggers like this: