
Whitewater
Listening to
the gentle sound
of water trickling
over rocks
Going in different
directions
Every bump
Every twist
and turn
Slowly
Quickly
Forever changing
its course
as the stones
wear down
with age
Today
the river
smelled of him
Reminding her
of their life
He had taken her
through whitewater
Gasping for air
at every bump
Reaching heights
only to splash
hard on the down
Exhilarating
Backbreaking
Numbing
The bare trees
Now stripped of
their leaves
Naked and alone
Waiting for new
growth
She understood
as she struggled
to maintain
dignity in the
aftermath
of his
raging rapids
She waits
In a holding
pattern
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to:
Sue Vincent's weekly write/photo challenge
and so many waste their life in that holding … masterfully written!
Aww, thank you so much Kate 🙂💕
my pleasure Christine!
Well done Christine.
Thank you so much Darnell🥰
Raw and vivid, Christine.
Thanks Sue ☺️
🙂
This is so touching Christine.
Thanks Sadje 🙂
You’re welcome dear
very deep account of a turbulent journey and the landscape that echoed the trials
Thanks Gina 💕🙂
Well done. Although I would say to your heroine, Get. Out. Now! 😉
Thank you Wanda. I would agree! 🙂
Your vivid imagery paints a painful picture of troubled waters…
Ah yes Ivor…troubled waters indeed 🙂💕 Thank you so much
Raw, deep, and phenomenally written. ❤️
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️