Month: May 2019

The Other Side of Darkness

The Other Side of Darkness

She walked slowly
and deliberately
crossing the path of no one
Her hair like spun sugar
Almost caramelized
In the early morning sun
The day was beginning
making its glorious entrance
bringing lightness to her day
The remains of the previous night
Little more than bad memories
slowly slipping away
Darkness had consumed her
blackening her heart
Stealing her soul
Wretched and angry
She fought hard to escape
the tenebrous hole
Kissed by the solar energy
her thoughts now clear
She shook off the shroud
releasing the negativity
that was consuming her
Letting it drift up to the clouds
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt Write/Photo - Yearning



I allow my mind to drift
wherever it may go
Closing my eyes 
I see the reflection
of this sad, humdrum life
and let my feelings flow
Once passionate
caring for each other
Two peas in a pod
Connected at the hip
One is down, the other
expected to smother
Duty becomes labor
and labor is now slavery
When the love turns inward
selfishness rules
The other become faceless
There’s no room for bravery
Where does this go
and can it ever be saved
A one-sided marriage
One a doormat on which
the other walks
Or a war that will be waged
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Karen Smits from Pixabay 

Word Prompts





D'Verse Open Link Night hosted by Mish

Morning Light

Morning Light

A shard of sunlight 
pierced the grey sky
Soon silver light in the east
was threaded with gold
Drawing a sigh
That delicious moment
of nature’s morning light
passed quickly
as the day began 
and stole the night
An island of reflection
seeing the rise and fall
of both sun and moon
A war for supremacy
behind the rainfall
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Image by Yinan Chen from Pixabay 

Poppy Wreaths – A Haibun

Today, for Haibun Monday, Frank Tassone at D’Verse Poets, has prompted us with ‘Memorial’ as today is Memorial Day in the US.

When I think of the armed services, the memory it invokes for me is a visit to France many years ago. My mother’s first husband was killed in the D Day invasion in Word War II and was laid to rest in Bayeux, Normandy. We went with little information other than his name and regiment but thanks to the kindness of the French we found the cemetery and his grave easily.

I will never forget the miles and miles of crosses and markers throughout the French countryside, and how many had laid down their lives or us all.

Wreaths of red poppies
In honor of those who died
Lest we forget them

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by corina ardeleanu on Unsplash
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