Space to Breathe Weary as your scapegoatI search for a sanctuaryNeeding solace to healmy thoughts, now fragmentaryA place where I may weepwith no fear of scornHaving lost self-respectand for that I mourn Stillness and peacecomfort me hereBeing lost in the stillnessnot missing the fearMy thoughts uninterruptedbringing needed serenityFinding myself againafter losing identity A small havenwhere no oneContinue reading “Space to Breathe”
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One Liner Wednesday
Good Wednesday morning! This is something a little wicked I found for Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday. Hope you enjoy it!
Resurrection – Poem of the Month – June 2019
Resurrection As the snow meltedin early springI finally find a voicewith which to singBuried deep undergroundwith my crushed dreamsI suffocated there whereno one heard my screams My instinct was to be freeAway from this wretched graveAn inhospitable prisonwhere I had been a slavePushing the earth upwardsmy soul was set freeNo longer indebtedand never more your devotee ChristineContinue reading “Resurrection – Poem of the Month – June 2019”
Fine Wine – A Quadrille
Fine Wine Rich dark soilof the rolling hillsgave birth to ancient vines Blessed by priests in springfor a bountifulharvest time Forever at the mercyof fickle elements Let us pray for clustersof plump fruitFor the making ofour fine wine Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing © Kim for Writing in Northerlies Norfolk is hostingMonday Quadrille at D’Verse PoetsTonight she has askedContinue reading “Fine Wine – A Quadrille”
Walking Away
Walking Away A blustery windblew coldin the early morning lightlifting the fogof the previous night My mood still darkand now cold like the airYour words disingenuousConfusing, hurtfulThe evening, tempestuous Finding your truthan impossible taskOffering only lip serviceYou are on a different pageas if under another auspice Walking away from youeasier than it seemedParting a not so sweet sorrowWithContinue reading “Walking Away”
The Path
The Path The chosen pathto enlightenmentLittered with debrisand tangled weeds Each steperadicatingthe overgrowthand sowing new seeds Every stalk pluckedand foreign bodiesdestroyedPurposeful and precise At journey’s endrewards are reapedWithout the workjust a fool’s paradise Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo PromptWord Prompts:ForeignStalk
Song Lyric Sunday – Let’s Spend The Night Together
This week Jim Adams has prompted us for Song Lyric Sunday with Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal. That is quite a range! I’m sure we will see a diverse selection today. I opted for ‘Let’s Spend The Night Together’ by The Rolling Stones. Written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, it was originally released in 1967 as a doubleContinue reading “Song Lyric Sunday – Let’s Spend The Night Together”
Penance
Penance lightly dustthe surfaceof my skinwith remnantsfrom thebottom ofthe rusty tin may it irritateand burnso I might feelsome of thehurt that doesnot heal scratch meand scar mewith welts bloodiedremindersremainingof love sullied patterns intricatelywoven in criesof painvirtual remindersof love that leftbut a stain Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word Prompts:Lightly – SoCS Begin with an adverbVirtualPatternsImage by Robert Cheaib from Pixabay FollowContinue reading “Penance”
End of Days
End of Days Frozen in timePetrifiedPolarizedWith no reasonor rhyme A bolt of lightningStrikingParalyzingthe bodyFrightening Unable to turnyet senses in tactKnowingAwareof the burn Voices nearUnseeingFeelinga mutual distressof dread and drear Prisonersof the elementsCapturedHostageNo listeners Nature’s anomalythe end of daysFamineStarvingConcluding solemnly Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday #Write/Photo – WickerWord Prompt:Anomaly Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.comContinue reading “End of Days”
Homeless
Homeless Fatigued by a vagabond lifeBones weary from the weatherClothes threadbare and wornskin tough as hammered leather A look unmistakablewith eyes forever distantAn existence not of choicealways socially resistant Fame lost in historyand soon forgottenfamily ties and lovenow decayed and rotten Tattered belongingsA bottle in a brown bagA dirty old blanketHis only swag The liquor warmingand a welcome treatsoonContinue reading “Homeless”
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