Month: November 2018

Lost Dog

Lost Dog

 

The frost was nipping at my toes

So I knew how cold he was feeling

The lone, collarless dog by the lamp post

was undoubtedly shivering

 

I looked in the store windows

and scanned newspaper classifieds

Looking for Lost Dog pleas

Hoping to make someone gratified

 

I talked to passers by

and made some calls

there was no luck to be had

I was hitting brick walls

 

The dog looked up at me

with his sad doleful eyes

I picked him up holding him tight

and walked home with my star prize

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Doleful

Frost

Classified

Photo by Jorge Fernández on Unsplash

This poem should warm your heart. Today’s Word Prompts got me thinking about all the stray dogs out there in ghastly winter weather.  Bless them.  I hope they find shelter ❤️

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Poem of the Month – December 2018

Virgin Snow

It was virgin snow
almost a sin to walk there
Earth soundproofing and
protecting itself from chaos
Silent and peaceful fresh air

Most birds had flown but
a few mourning doves cooed
The sun was struggling
to make its appearance
Invisible animals searched for food

The stillness of the morning
lifted my spirits high
A feeling of serenity
and at one with nature
as I looked up to the sky

All the information I ever needed
was right in front of me here
The world was alive and beautiful
Unaware yet of my carbon footprint
Singing a hymn of seasonal cheer

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Prompts:

Hymn

Unaware

Contrast

Information

In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Untrodden

 

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Water Music

Water Music

Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin

He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band

She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed

Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?

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Battle For Peace

Battle for Peace

 

With each rant from you

I shrink evermore

I bow to the wished-for silence

That I may spin no more

My heart does surge

in these moments of madness

Please turn another page

So I might forget this sadness

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Challenge – 5 words prompt Rant, Bow, Surge, Page, Spin

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Trail

Trail

 

As we trudge life’s treacherous trail

That might be going nowhere

With you as my companion

We might just end up somewhere

 

For each blind leap of faith

I value our shared camaraderie

In your friendship I trust

It was never mandatory

 

When you are tired

I will take the lead

And carry you

If there is ever a need

 

Footsteps side by side

Shoulder to shoulder resilience

Leaning on each other

Impossible to outshine brilliance

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Camaraderie

Trail

Mandatory

Brilliance

 

Photo by Anita Peeples on Unsplash

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The Fire Within

The Fire Within

An electric shock
Caused my body to quiver
His touch had made me shiver

An Involuntary reaction
To this unplanned meeting
A coincidence worth repeating

The fire began to burn within me
Hoping it was in him too
I was feeling quite the shrew

Igniting each other’s flame
Was it the start of something special
Or could he turn out to be the devil

We won’t know unless we perform
The traditional mating dance
Oh please just let me have a chance

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In Response to Victoria hosting tonight’s Prompt at DVerse Poets Pub – Fire

 

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