Seeds

Seeds

In the forest
of petrified trees
where there is not
even a leaflet
to be found
There, lives hope
 
Under the earth
the seeds
of sentiment
struggle to germinate
So they may
walk life’s tightrope
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Hope

Leaflet

Petrified

Sentiment

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Kiss The Dust – A Quadrille
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Kiss The Dust – A Quadrille






The steady rain kisses my cheeks
Mixing with my tears
I am waiting for you to come
and quell my deepest fears  
Why are you so late my love?
 I hope it is not true
You have found someone else
Maybe I always knew      
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

dVerse Poets Pub is hosted tonight by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo)
and we have been challenged to write a Quadrille with the word "Kiss"

 A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Photo by Laura Marques on Unsplash




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Shadow of the Sword
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Shadow of the Sword





Scared of the shadows
You take my hand 
and lead me gently
from the darkness 
Still trembling with fear
I hold onto you
Resisting the slight pull
from the invisible harness
 
For reasons unknown
I trust you with my life
No flare sent up
Perhaps this is infatuation
A desire for something
I have never had
Is it your strength of force?
Or is it an adulteration?
 
Are you rescuing me
from the ghosts of my past?
Protecting me from evil
So my life will live with yours
How I wish to forget
what I will leave behind
I fear nothing will be resolved
Locked behind dungeon doors
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


In response to:
Sue Vincent's Weekly Photo Prompt - Write/Photo - Blade

Word Prompts:

Trust

Flare

Reason

Infatuation




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The Baths at Virgin Gorda, BVI
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






The Baths at Virgin Gorda, BVI





She had risen early, taking advantage of her last day on Virgin Gorda in the British Virgin Islands.  She wanted to go to the Baths before it got crowded with tourists and enjoy the relaxing pools between the enormous rocks.  There was a certain energy in the quiet sanctuary of the water and a calming atmosphere.





The sun was barely above the horizon when she removed her clothes. Leaving them on the rocks she waded into the crystal-clear pools.  The water was refreshing and she dipped below the surface feeling the sensual shock as it consumed her body.  With eyes closed she let herself drift underwater for a few moments holding her breath.  As she attempted to surface, she realized she was wedged between two boulders and could not raise her head above the water to breathe.  She was trapped and no one was there to save her.











Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©





148 words





In response to What Pegman Saw – Photo Prompt, Virgin Gorda, BVI





Word Prompts:





Sanctuary





Barely






	


	





	

		
Release
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Release






Finally, I find the strength
To pick up the baggage 
I have kept for so long
It is now tied up 
neatly in a bundle
Hanging on to it was wrong
 
Purging myself of your memory
Into the garbage it goes
without another thought
Cleansing to my soul
and brushing away cobwebs
What we had came to naught
 
In this final release
I forgive you
for all the pain you inflicted
I move on to my future
wishing you well
I know now I was addicted
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Strength

Baggage

Bundle





	


	





	

		
A Piece of Work
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






A Piece of Work





A moment on the tongue
Is a lifetime in the mind
This she must remember
In order to be kind
 
A provocateur
Looking for distraction 
Poking the hornet’s nest
Hoping for a reaction
 
Internally passionate
And outwardly belligerent
Those who manage to get close
Only experience indifference
 
Manufactured words
and constructed criticisms
Her weapons of choice
In her distorted idealisms
 
An emotional jig-saw
trying to piece herself together
If revelation comes
It will change like the weather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Revelation

Manufacture

Construct

dVerse Poets Open Link Night

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Spirit Animal
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Spirit Animal





I am the fox, her spirit animal
An enchanting creature
With plenty of mystique 
I am faithful and loyal
And I will teach her
 
To not follow the pack
Be true to herself first
Be strong and mettlesome
Make wise decisions
And she will be well versed 

To be brave and fearless
Always thinking outside the box
Because she is special and
Sweet, one of a kind
She too is a beautiful fox
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s - What do you see?

Word Prompt:  Mettlesome




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One Liner Wednesday – In Sync
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		

Good morning! Time for Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday and I have chosen a funny Gary Larson cartoon for you to enjoy.  It fits Linda’s prompt, “In sync” perfectly.





Hope you have a great Wednesday!












	


	





	

		
Invisible
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Invisible





How do i erase you
from my mind?
How do I delete you
from my memory?
How do I forget the love
we shared?
After the feelings I bared
 
You have rejected me
and scorned me
I am banished from your life
I have become invisible
and out of sight
The sting is as bad as the bite
 
You look right through me
as if I did not exist
You are blind to my presence
Obscured from your view
I am now insignificant
as I become your relinquishment

 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Merrill is hosting at the bar tonight at dVerse Poets Pub
Tonight's challenge is "Invisible"




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Escalation
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		






Escalation






The low hum of the air conditioner
was the only sound to be heard
He reclined on the bed, thoughts swirling
but the lines were blurred
 
Life had been full of possibilities
until that fateful night
He had loved her deeply
but she had been full of spite
 
His history needing an overwrite
He had run to clear his head
Events had escalated quickly
He feared he had left her dead
 
Bringing her a gift of flowers
She had thrown them in his face
Accusing him of infidelity
Her words out of place
 
He would never do such a thing
She had been ill advised
She screamed and ranted
And continued to chastise
 
His head exploding
from her volcanic eruption
He had pushed her away
Needing an abruption
 
Awkwardly she fell to the floor
In his fear, he had ran from there
Now In the stillness, a voice on a megaphone
“Come out with your hands in the air”
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Possibilities

Hum

Megaphone

Overwrite

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