Month: September 2019

Singing Myself to Death – An Insect Story – Haibun

I love the story of the Cicada. That elusive insect you never actually see but hear it at night making its glorious sound in the trees.

The female Cicada lays her eggs in a crevice she makes in tree limbs. Once hatched, they look like an ant or termite and feed on tree fluids. When ready they drop to the ground and burrow down to live on tree roots for up to 17 years before reappearing as adults. Their life above ground is relatively short. They come out to mate and the they literally sing themselves to death.

The only Cicadas I have ever seen are dead ones on the ground. It makes me so sad when I hear them as I know they will not be here much longer.


The Cicada - a Haiku

Seventeen long years
underground then I appear
and sing to my death


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim, from writing in North Norfolk is hosting
at D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted
us with insects

Image by parlansky from Pixabay 

There is more information online at https://www.cicadamania.com/ and here is a YouTube of them singing:



Emergence

Emergence

Wistful thoughts
Do not satisfy
The hunger inside of me
Dark, corrupt images
Feed the fire of discontent
As I battle to be

Breathe in, breathe out
One day at a time
Clarity to help me see
A butterfly emerging
In a moment of beauty
Forgetting the struggle to be free


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts 

Corrupt - RDP
Wistful - FOWC
Hunger - WotD

Song Lyric Sunday – Homeward Bound

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adam’s prompted us with songs about trains. I chose Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel as the opening line is “I was sitting in the railway station with a ticket to my destination” The song was beautifully written by Paul Simon, one of my favorite poets, and performed with Art Garfunkel. The harmonies are exquisite. It is a timeless song and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Lyrics
Homeward Bound


I'm sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon

Homeward Bound lyrics © Universal Music
Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Distraction

Distraction

In my languor
He would haunt my dreams
and distract my days
Forever in my mind
Lingering in thoughts
Moving in mysterious ways
 
An initial inclination of the head
A gesture and an uncertain smile
Developing into a greeting
Conversation begun
Interaction and engagement
Anticipating the next meeting
 
Now he resides in my head
and imagination
Where I can summon him at will
to fulfill my fantasies
and wishes to come true
My beating heart never still

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Languor - RDP
Initial - WotD
Image by Alexandra Haynak from Pixabay 

Poem of the Month – October – Jagged Pieces

Jagged Pieces

Confusion and hurt
when life and love
are fragmented images
in a broken mirror
 
Jagged pieces 
of partial pictures
forcing them to fit
does not make them clearer
 
Love seen only
in the abstract
where sometimes
it was a safe place to be
 
Life in reality
too arduous, difficult
a price to pay
and a yearning to be free
 
But a magnanimous heart
always gives benefit
to a multitude of doubts
A habit to woo the nemesis
 
Glueing back the pieces
of a fractured life
Compassionate and forgiving
Awaiting a new genesis
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Habit - WotD
Confusion - RDP
Magnanimous - FOWC

Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets Pub
and has prompted us with metaphors

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