Finding Your Words
Gorse covered mountains
Heather of purple tangled
In between craggy rocks
Just to please the eyes
Kaleidoscope of shapes and colors
Lingering memories the prize
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to a d’Verse prompt Lillian’s Alphabet Sestet
Using letters G-H-I-J-K-L
It was early in the day
The market street was busy
An average sized crowd had gathered
He played sitting on a high stool
Banjo boy why are you not in school
The music was amazing
His talent evident
He looked thirteen years of age
Certainly nobody’s fool
Banjo boy why are you not in school
There was cash thrown into his case
His audience was enthralled
By the artistry he displayed
Mesmerized by his stringed tool
Banjo boy why are you not in school
His jeans were raggedy
Shoes worn and soiled
Hair unwashed and straggly
But still he was pretty cool
Banjo boy why are you not in school?
On closer look
There was sadness in his eyes
He looked a little malnourished
Under that sweater of wool
Banjo boy why are you not in school
Likely homeless or a peddler
Making money with his gift
Impressing all with his music
His situation seeming cruel
Banjo boy why are you not in school
His flair for performance
Was evident in his ease
The dirty street was his oasis
Convenient and free was the rule
Banjo boy why are you not in school
I stared at him through a prism
Seeing his potential multiplied
Wishing him the success he needed
To extricate himself from this cesspool
Banjo boy why are you not in school
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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She stood shivering in the night
Her siblings never far from sight
The fog was hanging thick in the air
As they stood waiting saying a silent prayer
Tonight the journey will be across the ocean
On the high seas a future, stirring emotion
A new country lured them away from gloom
A place of adventure with more than enough room
The possibilities she could no longer ignore
For these were the dreams of Annie Moore
This was the night she would bid farewell
to the old country, with feelings she couldn’t quell
A seventeen-year old girl with young brothers at her side
Courage she would need to project and never hide
This Irish girl from a village on the river Lee
Called County Cork her home but yearned to be free
Blessed with the gift of the good fight
She would survive this journey in her own right
Fearless and free her future had called
Not thinking twice, her confidence unequalled
The voyage would be long with Christmas at sea
But soon to be reunited with her family
She did not need any holiday feast
Intent on battling the hunger beast
It was four long years since her parents emigrated
Leaving a young Annie and her brothers truncated
After twelve days at sea their journey complete
Their energy was low and almost deplete
The arrival was memorable as they stepped onshore
The cheering crowd at Ellis Island did welcome Annie Moore
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Annie Moore, from Ireland, departed what is now Cobh, in County Cork by steamship on December 20, 1891. She was the first immigrant processed through the new Immigration Building, Ellis Island, New York on January 1, 1892. Twin statues like the one pictured here have been erected in Cobh and Ellis Island.
For more information on Annie Moore’s immigration CLICK HERE
Good Wednesday morning! Here is another one of my Gary Larson favorites to share with you.
Enjoy your day.
In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Just a game to you
You played because you could
Your unfiltered words and actions
a green light to those who contained
their hatred
No thought or dedication
or ability to multitask
Let alone read
Communication skills nonexistent
Your statistics will be great indeed
Destined for the history books
Headlining
The Biggest loser of all time
You are the antithesis of a hero
Orange is the new black
and you will wear it well
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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When one’s truth is not spoken
Lines become blurred
Wandering through a fog
Not knowing what was heard
One miscommunication can multiply
Assumptions are for the lazy
Not reading between the lines
Can make things hazy
You understand this
I understand that
Knocking heads together
Trying to avoid another spat
From the comfort of the non-committal
You let things fall where they may
When it is not what you expect
The accusations begin the fray
A tempestuous relationship
Rocking the stability of the union
Blinded by anger
Is living with delusion
A lesson to be learned
Listen to what is said
Stand up for your rights
Being careful where you tread
There is no right
There is no wrong
It is a respect for the other
A commitment to staying strong
Speaking your truth
Not playing any games
Planning accordingly
Avoiding the obvious pain
Expecting the worst
Hoping for the best
Grace under pressure
And always honesty expressed
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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Time placed in a bottle
Saved for a rainy day
Remembrances sweet
A familiar scent
Jogging a memory
A feeling of foreplay
Slowing down
To savor the taste
Of delicious sentiments
Dancing in the mind
Toying with the senses
Having thoughts unchaste
Traveling back to that time
Bringing certain joy to the heart
Much younger then
The world was one’s oyster
The pearl for the taking
Lovers never to part
The hotel old and quaint
Room number 5
Overlooking the square
Lovemaking in the afternoon
Sipping on wine
Never felt more alive
Back in the present
Putting the photograph away
Pushing the time
Back in the bottle
Keeping the memory safe
Until it rains another day
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Good Morning! Lately I have been obsessed with people’s quirky mail boxes and lawn decor. Some are really quite entertaining! As usual all photos are taken with an iPhone.
Enjoy your Saturday!
Mailbox in disguise!
Tube Dude mailbox
Some crafty work done to this one!
I guess this belongs to a fisherman
I think this one is a Stork
Have a great weekend and keep your eyes wide open!
You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level
Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother
A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted
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Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Like snowflakes falling
Silently in the night
I am unaware of the beauty
About to unfold in my sight
You stand in front of me
After a lifetime of years
Memories roaring back
Bringing with them tears
Separated as teenagers
Daddy with a shotgun
A baby on the way
Our parents come undone
You travel east
And I am sent west
Never meant to be
We were told it was for the best
You served our country
Our baby was adopted
Turning away from my family
It was never what I wanted
I left them all in the past
My spirit had been broken
Living a better life alone
Another word was never spoken
Here you are now
A ghost from before
A buried secret
We could never ignore
Your smile the same
It’s as if no time had passed
The lonely years forgotten
We are together at last
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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