Luring

Luring

I am your muse
Your creativity needs me
I feel your love enticing
Guiding me by whatever means
Luring and mesmerizing

Your tactile artistry
Cries out to touch
Feeling my skin
So it may infuse energy
to your hands
Rendering delicious sin

Take me to the heights
of your madness
Exhaust me with your ardency
Torture me with your creations
Use me, love me, keep me
With a sense of urgency

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Tactile

Means

Guide

Muse

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Eyes Wide Open – Week #18

Good morning!

I hope you had an enjoyable week.  For part of my week I was in Washington DC enjoying some beautiful autumn colors and the opportunity to visit the Smithsonian’s African American Museum. Trust me it is not easy to get tickets. You have to be determined and diligent and once you have your day and time slot, whenever that is – GO!  We built our weekend around ours and it did not disappoint. The building alone was magnificent. An architectural beauty incorporating an African design.  Starting on the bottom floor of the museum and working your way up to the top, you have an insight to the pain and suffering endured from the time of kidnapping and slavery to modern day achievements and success.  It was highly emotional for me and there were many tears shed by men and women alike during our visit.  I hope if you visit DC you find the time to visit this very special place.

Enjoy your Saturday!

A beautiful and chilly Fall day in DC

Dr. Martin Luther King’s Memorial. I loved the way this looks like he is
part of the mountain

Jefferson, a beautiful wordsmith, but still a slave owner.  Each brick
in this photo represents a slave he owned with their names inscribed

Washington Monument

A fun sculpture in our hotel

If you like having a cocktail al fresco, this is a nice and warm way to do it
when it’s freezing outside!  Complete with heater.

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The Edge of Being

The Edge of Being

 

She flirted with the ocean

Standing on the rocks

Daring it to dress her

With its beauty

Take her completely

Into its arms

And hold her down

Until she could breathe

No more

She teased and begged

For the attention

Wishing to surrender

To its power

Her lover not receptive

 

On this dark broody night

The velvet sky pushed

Back the curtain of clouds

And the wind halted

The angry ocean

Slowed its breath

And whispered softly

To her

Do not tempt me anymore

I will not take you this night

You are using me

To dull your pain

I will wash it away

So you may live another day

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to DVerse Poets Bjorn’s Metaphor Challenge

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Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

As I look from the train
at the rolling countryside
I see a highway of crosses
Stark white against green
A remembrance of losses

Mile after mile of heartache
In peaceful Normandy
Graves of courageous soldiers
Laid to rest with poppy wreaths
The weight of nations on their shoulders

Lives relinquished
in fierce battles
For the right of freedom
Brave men who fought valiantly
Facing the murdering demon

A feeling of numbness
and a deep sense of melancholy
Reflecting on the waste
of thousands of lives
Realizing this was a just foretaste

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge

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Holiday Hell

Holiday Hell

An effigy of you

is burning in my head

 

Starved of attention

and gaining momentum

There is danger ahead

 

Another holiday

With sharing bread

 

Full of apprehension

Fraught with tension

Wishing I was dead

 

Insanity is doing

The same thing over again

 

Expecting different results

After all we are adults

Yet this is somehow in vain

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Effigy

Danger

Holiday

Starve

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Eviction

Eviction

My world once full of color

Is now monochrome

 

There is a chill in the air

Where sunshine once lived

In the place we called home

 

Your voice lingering still

In the empty rooms

 

Memories from the past

Evicted so cruelly

Now living in tombs

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to  GoDogGo Cafe 3 Word Writing Prompt Nov 6th

The Challenge was to be inspired by the words Gray, Wind and Echoes but not use them in the poem

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One Liner Wednesday

 

Good Wednesday morning!

It’s hump day again and time for Linda G Hills One Liner Wednesday

 

 

Have a great day!

 

 

Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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Light Show – A Quadrille

Light Show

 

In the Milky Way

A sliver of the moon

Winks in the sky

Like a hook to catch

A fish that might fly

 

The night is glowing

As stars dot the darkness

Like a breadcrumb trail

Brightening your way home

On a galactic scale

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to dVerse Poets –  De Jackson’s Quadrille Challenge – Wink

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title

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Reassessment

Reassessment

The chill in the room was Arctic
but the exercise would be cathartic
A time to think
Away from the cacophony
leaning on my philosophy
to find the missing link

Questioning your commitment
and sounding flippant
A familiar chime
Needing space to mull things over
To heal from this wretched hangover
Just give me some time

We’ve been chasing out tails
Taking wind from each other’s sails
Stop the merry-go-round
Moving one step back
to get back on track
Turning things around

Pressing the reset button
Nothing will be forgotten
A chance to take a breath
The relationship has become discordant
Discover what is really important
It will not be the dance of death

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Flippant

Chime

Over

Arctic

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