Restless

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, ConfusionTags:, , , ,

Restless

A gentle touch
Foot prints stolen
Bare trees of March stand spindly
This field of dreams lies barren
Broken like the wing

With nothing but my own thoughts
Wrap me gently in your arms
I stare at the paper

I walked that I might breathe
Living in my dreams
No road is straight and no hill is too steep
In the lonely hours


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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has promoted us with ‘Found’ poetry.  We are to take the first lines of twelve poems we wrote in 2022. One from each month of the year.  I chose mine in order so the first line is from a January poem and the last is December.  I think it came out all right (!)

Here are links to the poems:

Mating Dance
Without A Trace
Winter's End
Field of Dreams
Broken
At Peace
Wrap Me In Love
D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
Walk in the Park
Daily Haiku - Mon. October 10, 2022
Silver Threads
In The Lonely Hours

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

22 thoughts on “Restless”

  5. I love your restless found poem, Christine! I also like that we both wrote about loneliness. I especially like the idea of stolen foot prints, and the lines:
    ‘This field of dreams lies barren
    Broken like the wing’.

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  10. This is absolutely exquisite! I especially admire; “With nothing but my own thoughts/Wrap me gently in your arms/I stare at the paper.” ❤️❤️

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