The color drained from my faceAs my body felt the first arrowAimed at my deep red heartOn targetPiercing the warm fleshDeep into its throbbing pulseBullseye was the wordThat fell from your lipsTriumphant in your accuracyFist-thumping the airYour wicked soul plannedAnd executed my downfallOnly another’s pain could please youAs you salivated your so-called victoryTaking down yourContinue reading “The Day The World Turned Grey”
Author Archives: Christine Bolton
Lightning Bolt – A Quadrille
Strange things can happen when you least expect them.
Song Lyric Sunday – Stones
Diamond said about “Stones” in 1971: “I’d call it a desperate love song… Stones, to me has always meant things that hurt people, things that cause pain and that’s what the song is about.”
Alone Is Not Lonely
It is a misconception that being alone is a lonely state. It is far from the truth and in many ways for some it is preferable. Tired of being lost or overshadowed by a partner they recover their individuality and strength.
Wish Upon A Scar
Long after the painBad memories lingerBut for every scar I bearI imagine each one is a star That I can wish uponCopyright © 2025 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights Reserved
Colors
Every day is something different. An ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors
Song Lyric Sunday – The Ecology
Many years before global warming became a hot topic, Marvin Gaye wrote this song about the environment and how we have an obligation to care for the Earth. For his What’s Going On album (1971), Gaye got away from love ballads and explored deeper social themes.
Song Lyric Sunday – Swing Out Sister
I must admit I was stumped this week when I saw Jim Adam’s challenge for Song Lyric Sunday. Talented With Potential But It Didn’t Pan Out. I was going to give it a miss and then I happened to be in the grocery store yesterday evening and the song ‘Breakout’ by Swing Out Sister cameContinue reading “Song Lyric Sunday – Swing Out Sister”
Found Moments
Sometimes the best form of meditation is taking time to actually see and hear nature
Taken By The Wind – A Quadrille
He loves me, he loves me not is how the saying goes. That is what we believed when we were young. With maturity comes wisdom and there is less need to play games because you just know.
Poetry For Healing 