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Everlasting

Everlasting

In the glorious sunset
It is so easy to forget 
The times of trouble
When we were so young
and how far we’ve come
from love’s young couple
 
We fought like cat and dog
Sometimes it was just a slog
Never thinking we’d make it
As poor as church mice
Never having anything nice
Making do with polish and spit
 
Somehow, we survived
Now I feel we have arrived
at our life’s destination
Stronger now than then
Finally knowing it when
it was worth the aggravation
 
Loving you faithfully
Accepting faults gracefully
For us we made it through
Now in the sunset of life
Grateful to still be man and wife
Really, who knew?
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Prompt

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Off Balance

Off Balance


Walking the tightrope
that is your life story
Struggling to balance
complications
Held in self-serving glory
 
Juggling emotions
Keeping the peace
Wondering which will fit
the revolving scenarios
that never seem to cease
 
Striving for symmetry
I soften the jagged pieces
Where there is no color
I paint it black
and iron out the creases
 
Equilibrium is missing
and ignorance not optional
Searching for elusive solutions
If only I could steady myself
The feeling might be rational
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by Bekir Dönmez on Unsplash

In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Balance

Word Prompts:

Color

Optional

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Song Lyric Sunday – Blueberry Hill

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Jim Adams, is Mountain/Hill. I knew immediately what I would share. Blueberry Hill by the great Fats Domino. It was written in back in1940 but is best remembered for this rock and roll version in the 1950s. Fats Domino died in 2017 at age 89.

This version reminds me of my brother who was 10 years older than me. He loved this song and I remember how he would play it constantly when I was a kid. Unfortunately he died suddenly in 2001 from a heart attack, but he had already made it known to the family that it was his wish to have it played at his funeral, and it was! So I’m thinking of you today Bob and sharing one of your favorites.

Lyrics - Blueberry Hill

I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you

The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingered until
My dream came true

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be

Though we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be

Though we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

Writer/s: Al Lewis, Larry Stock, Vincent Rose 
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,

MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

The Drop – Songxicun, China

The Drop – Songxicun, China

The covert message had been decoded.

Friday 16:30: Songxicun, Water Pump.

She arrived early and the square was empty. It was difficult for her to blend in to the surroundings so she stepped into a doorway and waited.

Her contact was late.  When he arrived, she watched him stop and light a cigarette. Drawing on it slowly and inhaling. He looked around and then dropped to tie his shoe.  She watched him tuck something into the wooden box next to the water pump. He stood up, flicking the cigarette away, and left hurriedly.

Looking around she saw an old woman approaching the pump with two pails on a pole balanced across her shoulders.  She waited patiently until it was clear.

Finally, the old woman left and the square was empty again. Quickly, with her heart pounding, she retrieved the small package from the box and disappeared from sight.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

148 words

In response to What Pegman Saw – Photo Prompt – Songxicun, China

Who Cares?

Who Cares?

Who cares
For the caregiver? 
Pained and weary
But must deliver
Quietly absorbing
another’s pain 
Shouldering the weight
Suffering the bane
 
Does anyone ask
How you are feeling? 
Bring me this, don’t do that 
Can’t they see, you’re reeling? 
Tired from journeying 
Several times a day
Waiting, watching
Hurry up and stay
 
Observing from the perimeter
Of the hospital room
Nurses and doctors 
And aides, none of whom
Will ask how you are, or
anything they can do
Can you come again at noon?
There’s something you must do
 
It’s a thankless task
You do out of love
Your kindness unnoticed
misplaced like a lost glove
Excuses made 
Even when things are better
A convenient punching bag
tied down with a fetter
 
Paradise lost 
What was it worth?
Forgotten dreams
Fallen to earth
Feeling used and abused
but the words can never be said
You are not the one sick
But wishing you were the one dead
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Worth

Lost

Paradise

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In A Daze

In A Daze

Wandering aimlessly
with no destination
Bumping into walls
Looking for affirmation
Seeing stars falling
Appetite lost
Smitten with infatuation
Fingers are crossed
 
Intimate interaction
with hope of durability
Crossed wires likely
In all probability
One night of passion
Causing one to gulp
Pierced with an arrow
Turning the mind to pulp
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to:
Hélène Vaillant's What do you See Photo Prompt

Word Prompts:

Smitten

Intimate

Durable

Passion

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