Month: September 2019



Sun glistening on the water
Dazzling, dancing, diamonds
Sparkling in the early evening light
Jewels courtesy of nature’s beauty
Enchanting, exquisite, ethereal
Gifted as day turns into night
Clouds transforming to Indigo blue
As daylight is washed from the sky
Transforming, stunning in simplicity
A slice of moon illuminating the way 
Stars signaling the end of the day
Guilty only in their complicity
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Simplicity - RDP

Blue - Stream of Consciousness Saturday

One Liner Wednesday

I came across this image and it reminded me of me! Why do I always insist on carrying every grocery bag in at one time? I struggle, bump into the car door trying to close it and can barely get into the house because I have too many bags on either side of me, yet I also refuse to make two trips! What does it mean? I must be mad or something.

In response to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Fountain of Youth

Fountain of Youth

How I long for
the spontaneity of youth
Driven by fervid emotion
That carefree blindness
to all that fears me now
A life void of devotion
No one is there any longer
to catch me if I fall
There is too much to chance
Is the risk worth the loss?
Mine alone to bear
Or do I take a different stance? 
Oh, to reverse the aging process
That takes away looks
as well as confidence
Always second guessing 
Doubting intelligence and
questioning one’s prominence

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Youthful - WotD
Fervid - RDP
Reverse - FOWC

Image by Peter H from Pixabay 
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