Finding Your Words
Why don’t you see me
I carry the flag for you
How clear can it be
I am neither a spectre
Nor am I invisible
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #23 – See Me
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In the early morning light
You are a vision without a care
Long red hair tied up in a velvet ribbon
Your green dress worn with flair
You are playful in spirit
and full of excitement
To say you are beautiful
is an understatement
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Kim at dVerse Poets Quadrille #67 Challenge – Early
A quadrille is poem of exactly 44 words including the prompt word
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You suck the sun
from the sky
and empty the clouds
Draining life’s energy
from the core
Shaking death
from its shrouds
As each hour and day passes
Your mood gains momentum
This has only just begun
Once you cross the Rubicon
there’s no going back
Influencing the outcome
As you set the tone for the day
Something is about to unfold
The lustre of life already dulled
Your decision is made
No opportunity to disagree
I am the deer that has to be culled
You wield your power
As only you can
Threatening and accusing
Jeopardizing my future
Throwing it in a drawer
For you, that’s amusing
Denying me what I hold dear
is a betrayal of my trust
I am exasperated by your hostility
You have become a dictator
An authoritarian, a bully
No longer seeing my fragility
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #22 – Betrayed
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She was pulled towards
the whiff of cigar smoke
in the still night air
Pungent yet sweet
it was magnetic
Luring her into the snare
He stood in a cloud
of the scented haze
enjoying his vice
She watched quietly
for a few moments
debating her own advice
She had pretended interest
in the Cuban cigar
knowing it would intrigue
He invited her easily
to step outside
But was she out of his league?
He was holding an object
in his outstretched hand
as she approached
Just as she had thought
a fat cigar for her
She knew she had been caught
He laughed at her look
She was an easy read
He had got her good
Men don’t want women
to smoke cigars
If only they understood
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Photo by Étienne Beauregard-Riverin on Unsplash
For one brief moment
I saw that glimmer of hope
That comes with every sunrise
Is this the day
when I will no longer
hear the words that chastise?
Will this be the day
Someone comes for me
To lead me from the darkness
So I can be free
from this prison
of cruelty and starkness
Perhaps today you will forget
to lock the door of this room
so I might escape
Being your sex slave
has taken it toll
I can take no more brutal rape
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Geo Martinez on Unsplash
Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #21 – How will I know
and in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt (Below) Glimmer
Good Morning!
Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt is Lost. I thought of Steely Dan and Ricky Don’t Lose That Number and went to Youtube to look for the video. Before doing so I did a quick search for “Lost” songs and came across this one called Lost Boy by Ruth B. It is from her debut album Safe Haven in 2016. I had not heard it before but was totally mesmerized by her voice and the poetic lyrics.
I hope you enjoy it. Have a great Sunday!
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan, that’s what they call me
I promise that you’ll never be lonely, ” and ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
And for always I will say
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Songwriters: Ruth Berhe
Lost Boy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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It was sorcerous how she got there
Touching the stone thinking of a forebear
She was sent way back in time
To a place long before
Finding a love she wished for
Feeling like it was a crime
Living a life two centuries in yesteryear
Forgetting a husband once so dear
A fabulist weaving stories in her head
In the two lives she had dwelt
Once with a Briton and once with a Celt
Would either one believe a shred
Life full of magical fantasy
So far from her reality
A handsome warrior and protector
He had stolen her heart
How could they now ever part
For she had drunk his nectar
Reluctantly one day she returned
But the love she left there was spurned
The present was lost to her forever
The past called her to regress
To the highlands of tartan dress
She vowed to get there whenever
Lifting the hem of her frock
She scrambles up the rock
Stopping at the circle of stones
As she touches the granite
She begins to understand it
Feeling a shiver in her bones
She passes through time
Falling and tumbling in rhyme
Looking for the same track
To that time of long ago
Where she had dared to go
Now wishing to go back
Would he still be waiting there
Or would he forswear
Rejecting her devotion
Could he believe her story
Or see it as an allegory
or some foolish notion
Time really did stand still
She thought falling down the hill
It just won’t wait for any man
She felt fierce in commitment
Not fearing embarrassment
Vowing only that she can
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Inspired by the novel Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #20 – Time Stands Still
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Can
Photo: Craigh na Dun, near Inverness Scotland
Good Morning!
Just when I thought the temperatures were finally dropping, they spiked again with help from the heat index. I cut back on my running because I just couldn’t do it for very long this week and enjoyed some walking instead. Even on the coast we were at 99 degrees and these very high Fall temperatures were draining. The following photos were taken on an iPhone.
Hope you enjoy your Saturday!
Even on the coast we were at 99 degrees. Some pretty high Fall temperatures
I wish I was going with them … it looks cooler!
I saw several trees like this, all in blossom.
I’m not sure what it is so I’ll check it out. Does anyone know?
Some large yard art. Pretty horses.
This little guy was all on his own
Pretty shot with the building reflecting perfectly in the water
These heat tolerant plants were beautifully blooming
His voice was husky
With breath of whiskey
In his eyes he took me
I felt a shiver down my spine
He had the look of a swine
He thought he was a somebody
His hands on my body touching
My fists tightly clenching
I wanted to retch
Mauling me like an animal
I was trying to be rational
As he pushed me against the ketch
The marina was poorly lit
And this deplorable wouldn’t quit
No one heard me shout
The weekend noise
Was covering my cries
I was being assaulted no doubt
He’s telling me I want it
I’ve been asking for it
As he viciously bit my lip
My knee jerks upward
And he just got suckered
Loosening his grip
My attacker once ruthless
Now bent over useless
Writhing in justified pain
I pushed him to the ground
Enjoying his whimpering sound
He won’t try this again
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Photo by Pankaj Patel on Unsplash
I know what I want
Saying it again and again
Never materializing
Always demoralizing
This is insane
In this life I’ve searched
For you in my dreams
I can visualize you
And feel you
Or so it seems
It’s as if I actually know you
We are already together
Understanding each well
Never having to say farewell
Bonded like birds of a feather
I think your thoughts
and you know my feelings
You are the Yang
I am the Yin
The harmony is revealing
Patience is a virtue
Until you find me I wait
Ready to receive
Knowingly I apperceive
The arrival of my soul mate
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #19 – What do you want
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