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Memories

Memories

She said she would be there
As she had promised
I couldn’t wait to see her
One thing about her
She was always honest

A summer day
In a daisy filled meadow
My grandmother and favorite Teddy Bear
Were my most special guests
And we all wore our best chapeaux

We called it the Teddy Bear Picnic
A regular event of memories to cherish
A day to look forward to
So I would forget the hell at home
That was always so nightmarish

We would sit on a blanket
And set out the tea things
She would bring homemade cake
With little sandwiches
And we would pretend we saw fairy rings

We would pick wild flowers
To take home and put in a jar
Play hide and seek in the woods
And sing songs on the way home
So I wouldn’t fall asleep in the car

She was my saving grace
So loving and deep
The warmth of her arms
Encircling me
Are memories I will always keep

The mainstay of my life
She kept the wolf from my door
Giving me safe haven
And a constant source
Of love which does not ignore

Christine Bolton

In response to Three Things Challenge June 17: Grandmother, Daisy, Wolf

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Looking For The Other Half

The Word of The Day Challenge for June 17 is Moiety. Admittedly I had to look this one up, but I’m thankful to learn its meaning.  It’s definition according to Merriman-Webster’s dictionary is “Moiety: one of two equal parts – Half” It reminded me of a Plato allegory that I discovered some years ago and instantly loved. It’s a beautiful story and worth the read. Here is a brief synopsis of the lengthy document I found on theconversation.com with some links to the Symposium if you are interested.

“In the beginning, humans were androgynous. So says Aristophanes in his fantastical account of the origins of love in Plato’s Symposium. Not only did early humans have both sets of sexual organs, Aristophanes reports, but they were outfitted with two faces, four hands, and four legs. These monstrosities were very fast – moving by way of cartwheels – and they were also quite powerful. So powerful, in fact, that the gods were nervous for their dominion. Wanting to weaken the humans, Zeus, Greek king of Gods, decided to cut each in two, and commanded his son Apollo “to turn its face…towards the wound so that each person would see that he’d been cut and keep better order.” If, however, the humans continued to pose a threat, Zeus promised to cut them again – “and they’ll have to make their way on one leg, hopping!” The severed humans were  a miserable lot, Aristophanes says. “[Each] one longed for its other half, and so they would throw their arms about each other, weaving themselves together, wanting to grow together.” Finally, Zeus, moved by pity, decided to turn their sexual organs to the front, so they might achieve some satisfaction in embracing.”

I find this story very romantic.  For those of us who believe in soulmates and two halves making a whole, this allegory would seem to confirm our thoughts.  I found it buried in a self-help relationship book that someone had recommended to me.  I felt better instantly because I always had an indescribable feeling my whole life that something was missing.  As if I were limping through life with only one leg. For fear of sounding dramatic, the book, and Plato’s allegory, changed my way of thinking about life and the universe.  We waste too much time searching for the wrong things and not realizing that it is us who hinder our own progress.   I hope you enjoyed this. Christine Bolton Word of the day Challenge: Moiety Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Journey

 

Journey

If you have lived your life
To the ‘nth degree
There is no part of you
That is not damaged
Leaving behind some debris

Growing and learning
Through the circle of life
Banging into walls
Running into dead ends
Doing your best to avoid the strife

The happiness is in and out
Like the sunshine playing with the showers
You bask and you run for cover
Laughing and crying
Living and dying like the flowers

You flourish while you are nourished
Taking the food of the gods
Drinking the wine of life
Sometimes overindulging
So what are the odds

What goes up must come down
You take the good and the bad
For every hill you climb
There is chute going down
And sometimes a Galahad

Life is always a gamble
You play the game
You can win big and fall hard
Welsh on your debts if so inclined
But take responsibility for any blame

Never give up on your challenges
You will always see them through
Life is a race to the finish
How you get there
Is entirely up to you

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Flourish

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Jolly Roger, Guitar, Iceberg – Three Word Challenge

It was Monday morning and Sam was so excited about his first guitar lesson. He had saved his allowance for weeks, washed cars, and mowed the grass so he could afford the six-lesson package advertised at the local music store. At 13 years old he was experiencing the full onslaught of adolescence and desperately wanted to impress the absolute love of his life, Rachel. Of course she didn’t know he even existed. She hung with the cool kids and was the most popular girl in his grade. If he could play guitar then he could be in a garage band and then she would notice him for sure. That’s how you’d score some points with someone like Rachel.

The instructor was coming over at 4 pm, at the end of the school day. He wondered whether he should just go up to Rachel and tell her he was taking guitar lessons. That might impress her. Would he have the courage to do something like that?  He’d have to think about that some more.

On the school bus he began to strategize with his best friend Roger. They colluded, made copious notes and rehearsed how this was going to go down. Sam was a little nervous as Roger could be a bit of a dope at times but he was a good friend and wanted to help. They planned to make it known sometime during the lunch break in the cafeteria. Sam and Roger would get in the lunch line right when Rachel and her besties arrived. They acted it out in the locker room during recess and were pretty sure they had it down.

They waited in the hallway until they saw Rachel approaching, and then timed their arrival in the line to coincide with hers. All was going according to plan. So there they were about to give a memorable performance and Sam would win the admiration of his special girl.

With trays in hand and helping themselves to the daily special, Roger said, “What time is your lesson today?” Sam replied, “You mean my guitar lesson?” Saying it just loudly enough that Rachel raised her head to look at him. “Oh he’ll be over around 4 pm”.

Roger, without thinking, and also not realizing that Rachel was in earshot, said, “Well that got her attention. Rachel is going to be putty in your hands once she sees you in action plucking those strings and stroking that body”.

Sam squirmed at his words, knowing which body Roger meant but it was too late. He saw Rachel’s face turn red in shock and horror. Everything went in slow motion after that and Sam could do absolutely nothing to stop it.

Rachel said in outrage, “I don’t think so Jolly Roger” as she thrust the iceberg lettuce, dripping with blue cheese dressing, right in his face.

Christine Bolton

Three Word Challenge June 15: Jolly Roger, Guitar, Iceberg

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Fight

Fight

I choose no fight
Portraying only composure
When you are less than happy
I feel trapped in this enclosure

Nothing can lift your darkness
No matter how I endeavor
Angry at the world
Aiming at whomever

Your words delivered
With such fervor
Those that hear them
Display a shiver

Eyes blinded in rage
Not seeing where your words fall
Nothing can stop this onslaught
We are heading for a brawl

My only defense is offence
Fight is necessary to survive
You’ve put me in a corner
There is no time to contrive

I will come out swinging
It is the only way I know
Whose voice is louder
Such pain to bestow

The battle of words continues
There are no winners or losers
It continues for several days
This championship of accusers

A road to nowhere
Why do we insist on going
Taking us down the dark path
The destination unknowing

When will it end
For it most surely should
I am all cried out now
It has done neither of us any good

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge Fervor

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Nefarious

Nefarious

She is kind and thoughtful
Sweet and kind
Always gracious to all
In a peaceful state of mind

She may have discovered herself
In the age of Aquarius
But make no mistake
This angel can be nefarious

Yes poised and serene
Loving all who cross her path
Yet if you mess with her
You will suffer her wrath

This flower child hippy
With love for everyone
Will make your life hell
And you’ll wish to be gone

A feminist who fought
And burned her bra
For her rights as a human
And she is nobody’s squaw

A princess warrior
Grounded and secure
She has fought hard
Admiration is hers to procure

Respect for everyone
If you wish it to be returned
There is no superior gender
Equality is deserved

Christine Bolton

In response to Word of The Day Challenge Nefarious

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Introduce

Introduce

Let me introduce to you
Without any further adieu (ado)

The star of tonight’s show
Who is so very eager to go

He has been chomping on the bit
To be on this stage so brightly lit

Making his first appearance
For such an esteemed audience

He has rehearsed for days
In the hope of receiving the praise

For his Tony-worthy performance
Which to him is of the utmost importance

His lines have been memorized
Every possibility analyzed

He is such a professional
He is almost obsessional

His costume impeccable
He looks most respectable

This is his moment as he walks onstage
Everyone cheers, they are on the same page

He takes the microphone from the stand
When suddenly it is grabbed from his hand

What the heck said he
To the person he could see

You are embarrassing me in front of everyone
To which the voice answered, Sir, your fly is undone

Christine Bolton

In response to Word fog The Day:  Introduce

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Eggplant, Jellyfish, Space – Three Things Challenge

This is my first response to a daily Three Things Challenge from the Haunted Wordsmith.  Thanks for reading!

Somehow Sarah managed to turn her key in the lock as she struggled to hold on to the two overfilled grocery bags.  Her head and shoulders damp from the unexpected light rain. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, she entered her small apartment and dumped the bags on the kitchen table. She thought again about moving to a larger place. Having a better-equipped kitchen would make all the difference to an aspiring chef like her. As she unloaded her groceries one of the eggplants, an ingredient for the Greek Moussaka she had promised to make for her neighbor, fell from her grasp and rolled across the floor, wedging itself in that annoying gap between the refrigerator and the pantry where it was impossible to retrieve anything. “Damn it” she seethed reaching for the broom. “Here we go again”. Down on her knees she pushed the handle of the broom into the tight space and tried to wiggle the eggplant free.  It didn’t budge.  She turned the broom around and attempted to sweep it from the narrow opening. As she repeatedly pulled on the handle it started to move. Inch by inch she slowly managed to dislodge it from its prison. One last yank on the broom and the eggplant flew across the tiny kitchen, smacked straight into a kitchen cabinet on the opposite wall, slithered downwards and landed with a loud splat on the tiled floor looking like a beached jellyfish.

Christine Bolton

Three Things Challenge – June 13 Eggplant, Jellyfish, Space

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Affinity

Affinity

We are drifting apart
No words have been spoken
We no longer seem to have an affinity
The string on our yo-yo is broken

Like running against the wind
Or going in different directions
Our one has become two
And we have lost our connection

It is debilitating
To lose our other half
Sadness engulfs
And we no longer laugh

Not being with you
Can hurt so much
Like walking with a limp
When there used to be a crutch

Where did this go wrong
I will never understand
We were two peas in a pod
Anything we could withstand

My sense of self
Has begun to wane
An amputee
Suffering a loss with pain

The gild came off the rose
Followed by our rift
We did not take care
Of our precious gift

Our two broken pieces
Will never be mended
Damage was done
But any harm unintended

What is to be the next step
We will have to decide
I fear I will wander aimlessly
Without you at my side

Christine Bolton

Word Prompt of the Day Affinity

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Crestfallen

Crestfallen

She reached the giddy heights
Soaring like the birds
Her heart racing, pushing her there
At the sound of his loving words

Head over heels
Heartbeats out of whack
What is this drug she is on
Bouncing like a jumping jack

Where did he come from
Crashing into her world
Spinning her out of control
Forcing her wings unfurled

He freed her from her prison
Of dark thoughts and neglect
Come fly with me he said
And she did not object

Together they traveled
To places faraway
Never leaving each other’s side
Promising to always stay

They clung together like glue
But his eyes began to wander
His attention scattered
She had reason to ponder

I’m tired of you
He eventually said
Crestfallen she answered
You are such a dick head

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day: Crestfallen

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