Compassion

Compassion

A word proof
of love so deep
that one would scale
a mountain steep
Love of oneself
laid aside
two become one
impossible to divide
 
Bleeding love
Easing another’s pain
Tireless, fearless
Impossible to feign
Shouldering a load
and releasing resentments
Feelings harbored
Reaffirming commitments

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Compassion

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One Liner Wednesday
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		

Good Wednesday morning! I read on someone’s blog this week that they were having a challenge with the spell check function in WordPress. This funny e-card came to mind to share on this week’s One Liner Wednesday





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Forgettable
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Forgettable 





When you left
You took away
the morning sunshine
The verdant earth
lay dying and the sea
shrank from the coastline
 
A blanket of darkness
Obscuring and distorting
Enveloping my world
A maelstrom in fury
Whipping, lashing
Emotions hurled
 
Struggling to stabilize
Before drowning
in your wake
Unsteady, frightful 
Clinging to hope
Is this all a mistake?
 
As I wallow in this mire
I realize my error
I gave you free rein
To do as you wished
Taking everything from me
Was I insane?
 
Luckily, I saw the light
At the end of the tunnel
It restored my trust
Meanwhile I now 
only think of you 
if I absolutely must
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Lucky

Verdant

Meanwhile




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Lost
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Lost





Little boy
What are you doing?
Are you hiding
from someone
or just fooling?
 
You are lost you say
as you look through tears
Let me help you
We’ll find mommy
no need for fears
 
You were playing
hide and seek
with your siblings
You forgot how to count
so, you decided to peek
 
No one was there
and off you went
calling out loud
not finding anyone
as if you lost the scent
 
It felt like forever
you were searching
No one came to get you
Scared and now hungry
Night time approaching
 
Voices in the distance
Brought hope to his heart
Parents screaming joy
Their boy had been found
Never again to be apart
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's what Do You See
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Crosshairs
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Crosshairs





I am innocent, yet
you raise your eyebrows
and shake your head
I saw you pull a face
thinking I didn’t notice
It’s what you do
never what I said
 
I am in the crosshairs
Second time this week
I looked the wrong way
or maybe said something
you didn’t want to hear
You are bad-tempered
and one of us will pay
 
Always an excuse
to justify your mood
it’s this or it’s that
How convenient! 
What is obvious
as always
it will end in a spat
 
Innocent but guilty
I never look for a fight
Yet I get to bounce
off your personality
zig zagging like a pinball
until I am dizzy
and then I’m trounced
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Obvious

Eyebrows

Crosshairs

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Indulgence
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Indulgence





Like silk on my skin
soft and seductive
an exquisite sensation
and so very destructive
Stroking my shoulders
with your nimble fingers
feathery, light
Letting the touch linger
 
I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church
Drowning in erotica
before you I do smirch
Gloried in the commonplace
made weird, I am at a loss 
for words to describe
this, which I feared
 
A hedonistic existence
of pleasures fulfilled
regardless of its effect
on lives to rebuild
Looking for escape
from blurred lines
unable to distinguish
or read the danger signs
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Escape

Distinguish

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One Liner Wednesday
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		

I have often wondered this myself.  Have a great Wednesday!










In response to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

	


	





	

		
The Neutral Zone
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






The Neutral Zone





There was a sadness
enveloping her
that could not be shaken
She knew why
and could not share
for it would be mistaken
 
It was always there
just below the surface
A pool of emotions
One comment delivered
the wrong way
could spark an explosion
 
The neutral zone
in a divided family
The burden heavier by the day
Allowing others their comfort
While hers was ignored
Gnawing and clawing away 
 
Suspended in limbo
Going neither this way or that
Appeasing each side
Tears shed only in private
Good for everyone, when
her feelings she’d hide
 
Not having a solution
for the awful predicament 
She let it ride
One day someone
would notice
how hard she tried
 
An inability to be forthright 
with the parties involved
Her plight repressive
Fearful to alienate
those she loved
Her symptoms now depressive
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.J's Weekly Challenge - In Between

Word Prompt:

Forthright




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Time To Get Up – A Quadrille
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Time To Get Up





A plangent chorus
of early birds
My wake up call this day
Busy at work
singing and feeding
without hesitation or delay
 
Sandhill cranes
moving slowly
along the river bed
Their rattling bugle call
can be heard for miles
enough to wake the dead

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight.  He has prompted us 
with the word "Up"

Word Prompts:

Plagent

River

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Stop Watering The Weeds
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Stop Watering The Weeds





Seeing the seasons
come and go
waiting and watching
wondering
if I’d ever know
 
Preparing myself
purging and clearing
Nothing to do now
but wait
for your appearing
 
That what is asked for
will certainly come
Patience is a virtue
Focusing positively
This is not yet done
 
The road to fulfillment
not for the faint of heart,
is paved with obstacles
Mistakes easily made
When blindly taking part
 
Watering the weeds
considering all possible
A trap laid by despondency
Stop and take the time
The behavior illogical
 
Waiting, trusting
you have heard the call
I am ready
Your arrival now imminent
I have let down the wall
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie Prompt - Arrivals

Word Prompts:

Road

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