Month: March 2019

Tryst

Tryst


Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by

Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
 
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day

A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay 
 
With determination 
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten

Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
 
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory

Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt

Word Prompt:  Haze

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Trolling – A Quadrille

Trolling


The fisherman would troll
the waters deep
A habit he formed
He could not sleep   
 
Night after night
patient for the catch
Staring out to sea
Willing the batch  
 
His nets did trawl
But for naught
A snifter of whisky
For sleep he thought  
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille
His prompt word is Troll.  I chose this definition of the word.

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.

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Captive

Captive


Eyes adjusted to the darkness
black as black could be
The key turning in the lock
Drowned the desperate plea
Unknowing and afraid
Of what would come next
Tears began to flow
Although having no effect
 
A tray pushed roughly
under the closet door
Scrambling to retrieve it
Slipping on the floor
Tired and hungry
Devouring the paltry feast
Maybe giving strength
To fight off the angry beast
 
A captive, but why?
It was still unclear
How many days had it been
since someone did appear?
Was it even known
that a prisoner was here?
Would anyone come
To quell the fear
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Feast

Closet

Paltry

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Song Lyric Sunday – The Living Years

Good morning! This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Jim Adams is Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years. So this week it was toss up for me between Ruby Tuesday and The Living Years, by Mike and the Mechanics. M&M won because I love the lyrics. Sadly, many of us have experienced resistance and division within our family circle, and anger, spoken or unspoken has come back to haunt us.

Mike + the Mechanics are an English rock supergroup formed in 1985 as a side project of Mike Rutherford the bassist/guitarist and one of the founding members of the band Genesis. I hope you enjoy the anthem-like quality of this song.

The Living Years
Mike and the Mechanics
 
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be okay

So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)
 
Songwriters: B.A. Robertson / Mike Rutherford (gb)
The Living Years lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Concord Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
 
 

Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love


Clandestine meetings
Secrets and lies
Forbidden love
Slicing unbreakable ties
Stealing love
from another
Ignorance your bliss
Always hiding in cover
 
Blowing up lives
Causing pain
Years of happiness
Now down the drain
Excitement disguised 
As love evermore
Nothing can compete 
Like a rabid carnivore
 
Passion turned to hate
Anger and cruelty abound
Someone’s marriage in tatters
You, continuing to confound
As quick as it began
One day you’re gone
Without a goodbye 
The end of a love song 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Tonight Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting
Open Link Night at DVerse Poets Pub

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