Month: April 2019

Suspended

Suspended

That space in-between
Neither awake nor sleep
waiting, suspended
in limbo
Yearning for the deep
 
The mind in overdrive
unable to calm
tossing and turning
the body contorting  
What medicine will calm?
 
Imagination racing
Should I count some sheep?
say numbers backwards?
I tried all of the above
and did drift to sleep 

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

M is guest hosting at D'Verse tonight and has prompted us
with the word Limbo

Go Dog Go Cafe's Tuesday Writing Challenge promoted us
to use the words Drift to Sleep

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Crying – Micro Poetry

Crying

She wept
and the sky cried with her


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National Poetry Writing Month
Day 30 - NaPoWriMo

And last but not least, now for our final prompt for this year!
I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that?
Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to
tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or
emotion. Haiku are probably the most familiar and traditional
form of minimalist poetry, but there are plenty of very short
poems out there that do not use the haiku form. There’s even
an extreme style of minimalism in the form of one-word and
other “highly compressed” poems. You don’t have to go that far.

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Teddy Bears Picnic – A Haibun

Tonight Gina is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse Poets. She has prompted us to write about a picnic memory. Growing up my family always used any day out in the country as picnic time. However, my very own favorite one was a Teddy Bears Picnic that I would have at home with my favorite teddies. We would sit on a blanket on the floor together and I would be ‘mother’ and serve them tea, biscuits and cake.


A perfect picnic
On the red tartan blanket
Just Teddies and me


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

When my mother wanted me to nap she would play an old record called the Teddy Bears’ Picnic and I found it on YouTube so you can listen here. It is quite old from 1932. Someone out there might remember it too!

The Clearing

The Clearing

The sound of hooves on gravel
now in the distant past
The ground underfoot became soft
as she reached the clearing at last
 
Shelter from the noon day sun
was a welcome retreat
She nimbly dismounted her horse
Content to be out of the heat
 
It was not as she remembered
The foliage thicker, outstretched
She searched for the oak tree
Where their initials were etched 
 
The old watering trough
where they used to meet
Now hardly visible
and covered in mossy peat
 
Something always drew her to this place
Why had she come here this day?
Memories relived but soon forgotten
She mounted and rode away
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo  - Shade

Word Prompt 
Nimble

Poetry In Motion

Poetry In Motion

In this warped and crazy world
where the peculiar reign supreme
I lose myself in words
to live in my chosen daydream
 
In a bucolic existence
writing poetry and prose
Stories of escape and freedom
allow me to transpose
 
Away from the insanity
of a world gone haywire
Seeking tranquility
My writings do inspire
 
Transported to a place
of pastoral idyll
where stanzas evolve
into poetry unbridled
 
A waterfall of thoughts
Flowing freely from the pen
A wordsmith can choose
To be lost time and again
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - Day 28 
And now for our daily (optional) prompt. As you may have
guessed, today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at
a meta-poem of your own. If you’re having trouble coming
up with a poem about poetry, and would like to take a look
at a few examples, you might check out the Wallace Stevens
and Harryette Mullens poems featured in the article about
metapoetry



Word Prompts:

Peculiar

Warp

Bucolic

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Song Lyric Sunday

This week Jim Adams has prompted us with Boogie/Rock/Rolling Stone for Song Lyric Sunday. Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! I have a feeling a lot of old favorites will be shared.

Here is my pick from my favorite band from the 70s – We Will Rock You by Queen. I love this song, almost as much as We Are The Champions, especially at a football game!

It was written by Queen guitarist Brian May and was recorded in 1977. This video shows Freddie Mercury as the wild and gifted entertainer that he was. RIP.





Lyrics
We Will Rock You
Queen


Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'’
 
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
 
Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
 
We will, we will rock you, sing it!
We will, we will rock you, yeah
 
Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes, gonna get you some peace someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place, do it!
 
We will, we will rock you, yeah, yeah, come on
We will, we will rock you, alright, louder!
We will, we will rock you, one more time
We will, we will rock you
Yeah

Songwriters: Brian Harold May
We Will Rock You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
 
 

Monotony

Monotony

Lackluster days
and insignificant nights
A respite from monotony
In the disconsolate lights
 
No rest for the wicked
another dismal chore
never a variance
identical to the one before
 
Expecting the worse
Hoping for the best
No exception to this rule
You can guess the rest
 
A lonely pointless life
Sad as sad can be
Trapped on the hamster wheel
Running, running to be free
 
Finding no way out
of a miserable existence
Walking barefoot
on this path of passive resistance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lackluster

Identical

Respite

'Xp' - Expecting

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