Perplexed

Perplexed

You came to me
In the flash of an eye
A port in stormy weather
Seeing your face
Knowing instantly 
We would be together
 
Wilderness days
and nightmares 
slowly fading away
As we meld into one 
a clear horizon and
the future in play 
 
Yet moments of darkness
confuse and stun
From where do they come?
To understand, impossible
Explanations insufficient 
Yet I always succumb
 
Blindsided by the rage and
struggling to compromise
It was impossible to prepare
Prone to such anger
with no prisoners taken
Reminiscent of warfare
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosting Open Link Night at DVerse

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 18 - April 18th
NaPoWriMo
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own,
one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not
through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be
a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human
experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an
effort to understand and deal with it.
 
Word Prompts:

Reminiscent

Compromise

Prone

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  8 comments for “Perplexed

  1. April 20, 2019 at 12:01 pm

    Beautiful tale of lost love!

  2. April 20, 2019 at 12:30 am

    Love can be confusing and unpredictable. Sometimes the person we love is only a lesson in our journey.

    • Christine Bolton
      April 20, 2019 at 8:32 am

      Thank you Mish. Yes, I agree. Many people come into our lives for that reason. So we can learn. 🙂💕

  3. April 19, 2019 at 1:35 pm

    Nice description of the sufferings of range and compromise.

    • Christine Bolton
      April 19, 2019 at 2:30 pm

      Thank you so much Frank. 🙂

  4. Beverly Crawford
    April 19, 2019 at 12:32 pm

    Another story of love gone wrong….the universal story oft repeated. Well written.

    • Christine Bolton
      April 19, 2019 at 2:29 pm

      Thank you so much Beverly! I really appreciate it 🙂

  5. April 19, 2019 at 2:04 am

    the cascade from love found and love spilling out of our hands is played and portrayed clearly. beautiful

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