Finding Your Words
Another Wednesday morning and time for Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
I should carry this quote on a card in my wallet so that I can flash it when needed. I am one of those people who are a magnet to those who want to just talk and talk and talk. Usually it’s a random lady in a store who is shopping in the same section. I listen for as long as I can and then …. well, you understand!
Have a great Wednesday.
Please do not stand on ceremony
I just want to curl up and hide
No desire to see anyone today
My brain has been fried
This was a day
That should have been pure leisure
A time to connect and participate
In each other’s pleasure
Instead we pummeled and punched
and rained on our own parade
Fighting, hurting and causing pain
Replaying the same old charade
Exhausted and spent
We go our separate ways
To heal and recover
And come back another day
Caught in the same trap
Of risk and reward
Kiss and make up
Add points on the scoreboard
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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The fragrant cedars
Standing uniformly
Along the skyline
A majestic sight
Of green lushness
In afternoon sunshine
Balmy breezes
Swaying branches
Shadows moving dark to light
Pending direction
At the will of the wind
Forming a spectacular sight
Down to the bay
The winding road curves
With vistas of azure sea
White bungalows
Beaches of gold
A haven for you and me
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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The exhilaration I feel
When before the master I kneel
His presence surrounding me
On this night that is moonlit
I am now ready to commit
To him completely
The connection is radioactive
and attraction seductive
I am consumed with a sensation
A feeling within
Urging me to commit the sin
Singing in elation
My urges are primitive
All things being relative
Am I on a road to disaster?
Oh, quell my desires
You are evil in disguise
The ultimate ringmaster
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Photo by Miranda Wipperfurth on Unsplash
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This week’s theme is “Last” from Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday
I immediately thought of “At Last” by Etta James, but I opted for this version by Beyoncé when she sang it to the First Couple at President Obama’s first inauguration. It was a very moving moment for me and I will never forget it. I hope you enjoy it too.
Have a great Sunday!
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Your essence lingers
With the feel of your silk robe
As if you were still there
I would play dress up
Like any child
Pretending I had your flair
Wearing your high heels
Make up and jewelry
I became a miniature you
Exulted by your delight
Of my performance
Giving me credit for my debut
Lavender sachets
remind me of you
Placed in the drawers of the chest
Little touches of sweetness
Teaching me to care
These memories are the best
Letting me run free and discover
Or baking cakes with you
Wiping away my tears of chagrin
Always there to comfort
Being a proud Mama on sports day
Watching me give it my all to win
Still to this day
You comfort and soothe me
Memories of your fragrances left
Like beautiful music
My senses are touched
Forgetting I am bereft
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Ma” – as or in another word
Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash
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Good Saturday morning!
It was an unusual week and I wasn’t able to get as many photos as I’d hoped so I have cheated a little and included two from a vacation to Ireland a couple of months ago. I was so lucky that I got to take a lesson in Falconry, which is something I have always wanted to do. It was amazing to walk through the woods with this beautiful hawk on my wrist and she would take off for a while and then return to me once I popped a mouse head in my glove! Lovely!
All photos were taken on my iPhone
Here she is, just landed
What a beauty she is!
Now, back in Florida, this little Heron is less scary
I captured this pretty sky with a Pelican in flight. Lucky shot!
This is Grace looking rather superior sitting in the warm sun
While walking Grace we spotted another turtle managing to camouflage himself in the woods
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The frost was nipping at my toes
So I knew how cold he was feeling
The lone, collarless dog by the lamp post
was undoubtedly shivering
I looked in the store windows
and scanned newspaper classifieds
Looking for Lost Dog pleas
Hoping to make someone gratified
I talked to passers by
and made some calls
there was no luck to be had
I was hitting brick walls
The dog looked up at me
with his sad doleful eyes
I picked him up holding him tight
and walked home with my star prize
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Photo by Jorge Fernández on Unsplash
This poem should warm your heart. Today’s Word Prompts got me thinking about all the stray dogs out there in ghastly winter weather. Bless them. I hope they find shelter ❤️
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It was virgin snow
almost a sin to walk there
Earth soundproofing and
protecting itself from chaos
Silent and peaceful fresh air
Most birds had flown but
a few mourning doves cooed
The sun was struggling
to make its appearance
Invisible animals searched for food
The stillness of the morning
lifted my spirits high
A feeling of serenity
and at one with nature
as I looked up to the sky
All the information I ever needed
was right in front of me here
The world was alive and beautiful
Unaware yet of my carbon footprint
Singing a hymn of seasonal cheer
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Untrodden
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Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin
He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band
She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed
Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?
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