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When

When


She longed for the halcyon days
When he would drape her in love
When the sun would smile on them
Kissing their skin
When the birds would sing their song
and the flowers dance
When they would find shade
under the Royal Poinciana
and watch the parade
of soldiers marching
 
She longed for the halcyon days
before he left her
alone and bereft
When she thought she could
cry no more tears
When her heart became empty
Fragile and brittle as bone
A woman broken
From the loss of someone
Taken from this life too soon
 
She longed for the halcyon days
Before the war
The one nobody understood 
Why they were even there
So long ago now
But time did not heal her wounds
She still ached for him
and what might have been
A life lost forever 
A love that still endures

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Royal

Parade

Halcyon

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In Denial

In Denial

 
I am living in denial
An island in a sea of fear
Immune from pain
Where no one can hear
the voices always in my head
Sometimes wishing 
for a different feeling
and one not of dread
 
Too frightened to face
what I perceive as inevitable
What we once had
is now possibly irrevocable
How I wish to go back
to the state of happiness
When you loved me
and wrapped me in tenderness
 
For now I will remain
Neither here nor there
Persistent in this haven 
Out of the cruel glare
Praying for an outcome
That I can withstand
To return to you or
forever be in the hinterland
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Wish

Persist

Photo by Pablo García Saldaña on Unsplash

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Song Lyric Sunday – Brown Eyed Girl

This week Helen Vahdati's Song Lyric Sunday is "Girls" and I am choosing
Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison.  How can you feel anything but happy
when you hear this song? 

Lyrics
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down to the old mine with a
Transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hide behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and a-sliding
All along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Just like that
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah.

So hard to find my way
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My, how you have grown!
Cast my memory back there, Lord,
Sometime I'm overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Laying in the green grass
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...
 
 

Deep

Deep


What you see is what you get
The waters are not that deep
They are transparent and calm
And could lull you to sleep
 
What is visible on the surface
Is reflected directly below
Nothing is hidden from view
Nor veiled to deceive or shadow
 
Still waters and calm seas
So you may navigate easily
No blind spots to fool you
Or dangers lurking deceitfully
 
She has charted your course
You may set sail from the docks
Come to me, sings the siren
Guiding you to the rocks
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt - Beneath

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Eyes Wide Open – Week #22

Good Saturday morning!  Here is another collection of photos from
my world to share with you.  As you have come to know, these are
just everyday photos, of things that catch my eye.  All are taken on
an iPhone.

Hope you enjoy them.  Have a great day!

Local Fish Store

A kayaker at sunset
The late afternoon sun captured in this fountain looked so pretty
A Yellow Crowned Night Heron looking relaxed in the water
Brussel Sprouts are decorative in their natural state, but
I still can't stand them!
A statue of Neptune where he belongs by the sea

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