Month: August 2020

Another Day in Paradise

Another Day in Paradise

The flames of sunset
burning what’s left
of the daytime sky
Awash with golden honey,
pinks and dappled greys
Tall Mexican Fan Palms
stand like giant swizzle sticks
waiting to stir an evening cocktail

A moon already on the rise
soon to make its entrance
before the scattering of stardust 
against what will become
the velvety night time expanse
And so it is
The end of another
day in paradise



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting
Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

Photo - My Own

Clown in Chief

Clown in Chief

Crazy orange hair
whipped in a circle
and wrapped around
a block head
Tan lines
framing white eyes
Posing and pouting
with audience shrinking
Lashing out and lying
Demanding attention
Like a complete fool
who has misplaced
his red foam nose
You are nothing
but a clown
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lisa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted us with the word 'Clown'

A Waste of Time – Prosery

A Waste of Time

We spent a lifetime not even knowing each other.  Spinning our wheels with failed marriages and empty relationships.  Coming from different parts of the world we inexplicably ended up in the same city.  Moving in the same orbit but not connecting until that one special night when we finally met.  I was cynical and you were the perfect gentleman.   We had so much in common and talked into the wee hours sharing stories of world travel.  

We lived the dream until the health scare came.  The focus was no longer on us, but “it”.  It consumed you.  Even when you were made safe and fully recovered, it lived with us.  Haunting me like a mistress.  Now instead of love we are at war with each other.

When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Merril is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s poem, “A Time”. When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it. We are to write a piece of flash fiction (Prosery) including the prompt line. Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title

Ever Changing

Ever Changing

Tricolor hills
clad in glorious 
earthy tones
stand against
a clouded sky

The delinquent sun
yet to appear
A scene uncanny
Deceptive and dramatic
In its dreariness

Blueness peeking
and teasing
Promising more
before the day
is finished



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo

Word Prompts

Tricolor - RDP (Sat)
Delinquent - Word of the Day (Sat)
Deceiving - RDP
Uncanny - Word of the Day
Finish - FOWC
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