Category: Confusion



You came to me
In the flash of an eye
A port in stormy weather
Seeing your face
Knowing instantly 
We would be together
Wilderness days
and nightmares 
slowly fading away
As we meld into one 
a clear horizon and
the future in play 
Yet moments of darkness
confuse and stun
From where do they come?
To understand, impossible
Explanations insufficient 
Yet I always succumb
Blindsided by the rage and
struggling to compromise
It was impossible to prepare
Prone to such anger
with no prisoners taken
Reminiscent of warfare
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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National Poetry Writing Month
Day 18 - April 18th
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own,
one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not
through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be
a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human
experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an
effort to understand and deal with it.
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Forked Tongue – A Villanelle

Forked Tongue

What is this language you speak?
That I am pretty and I amuse
Yet no deeper do you seek
Am I there to decorate and be sleek
Arm candy to enhance your ego
What is this language you speak?
Kiss me until my knees are weak
I am more than your accessory  
Yet no deeper do you seek
My love is torrid and not meek
Full of passion and lust
What is this language you speak ?
The situation has become bleak 
My words are foreign to you
Yet no deeper do you seek
Maybe I’m still hurting
I can’t turn the other cheek
What is this language you speak?
Yet no deeper do you seek
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 5 - April 5, 2019

NatPoWriMo - Prompt

Following Dargan’s lead, today we’d like to challenge you
to write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following:
(1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text,
and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.
If you can use two elements, great – and if you can do
all three, wow!

I managed two out of three. I chose the Villanelle form (my first attempt!) and the first two lines of the last stanza are taken from “Coming Back To You” by Leonard Cohen

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Double Life

Double Life

Soaring as high as a kite
Head in the clouds 
Heart racing, feeling giddy
Until the darkness enshrouds
Living dually
in darkness and light
Freedom rationed 
Day is sometimes night
Happiness snatched away
In an instant
Scorned for indulgences
Always persistent 
Sometimes trapped in limbo
Unsure of where to go
Nerves stretched to the limit 
Then kneaded like dough
Moments of ecstasy 
Outweighing the agony
Living for the highs
Risking the calumny
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Battle For Peace

Battle for Peace


With each rant from you

I shrink evermore

I bow to the wished-for silence

That I may spin no more

My heart does surge

in these moments of madness

Please turn another page

So I might forget this sadness


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Challenge – 5 words prompt Rant, Bow, Surge, Page, Spin

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Her mind full of dread
She had taken the walk
to clear her head
No more cheap talk
It was the reason she fled

The route had taken her
to a place unrecognized
She was now unsure
and feeling polarized
What was the lure

The wicked chill of the night
Did little to clear her thoughts
The dismal shroud of fright
Still tying her in knots
She was feeling the vicious bite

Taking leave to find her grace
And reach some reason
Lost in time and place
She exorcised the demon
Gone without a trace


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Prompt – Wicked Chill

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The events of these recent days
A frightening mix that will abrase
happiness once there
A crushing blow
that dulls the glow
and emotions are laid bare

Abstract havoc in my head
Manifesting in explosive dread
Where is the opening?
A way outside
That can provide
My sanity is beckoning

Two heads in a collision
Distorting one’s vision
The direction has been lost
Communication inconsistent
An approximation insufficient
When stars have been crossed


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #24 – Opening


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Your words are
fireworks in my mind
Exciting and scintillating
Lying and devious
Manipulative yet sincere
You’re a word jockey, one of a kind

Declarations stroking me
Like a feather
Tantalizing and erotic
Sweet and sensual
Sometimes reticent
Changing like the weather

I’m confused by you
But I yearn for happiness
I like the way it feels
You are believable
I have no doubt
It is just your cockiness

Fooling myself
Ignoring the flashing beacon
Living in a fairy tale
Of my own making
Blinded by you charm
Allowing myself to weaken

You shower me with your whispers
Falling on me like autumn foliage
But between the floating leaves
I can see you with her
Is a comeback possible for me
Or am I now your spoilage


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day for October – Prompt: Insecurity


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Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

There is no copyright on God
It’s a free for all game
All taking a different route
But the ending is the same

Babies drinking scripture
In their mother’s milk
Buddhists shaving their head
In robes of orange silk

Distorted thinking
Insisting God is a warmonger
Murdering innocents
For a life to be lived longer

Women as second class citizens
Covered head to toe
Honor killings and sexual mutilation
With nowhere to go

Men insisting women
Be exemplary in dress
Wigs must be worn
Why? is anyone’s guess

Cajoled into thinking
This way is better
Hatred for the others
In a poison pen letter

Fear-based religion
With a death toll of shame
A Deteriorating social structure
Continuing to Inflame

Search within for guidance
Don’t be persuaded by others
Your sprit will guide you
It will not be smothered


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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The fragility of the moment
causes me to stop
where I am
Another word, another step
could break the dam

We glossed over the issues
Copious amounts of energy
devoted to the cause
Nothing was resolved
I break for a pause

No palette for your indignation
I ignored the caustic remarks
The recurring theme
exhausting and
inevitably there will be sparks

So where do we go
having reached this point
We are at an impasse
Perhaps I’ll move to the boondocks
Where greener the grass

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


The mix of today’s word prompts did not inspire me too much and I was stuck for most of the day trying to create something 😬

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Each day I wake
not knowing what
to expect
Will today be
comforting or
There is no way to detect

I can sail
smooth seas
of love and tranquility
Be a recipient
of your devoted attention
and surprised
by your spontaneity

Or do we navigate a maelstrom
on this imperious
voyage to destruction
Unable to fathom
your thought process
I do drown in your rhetoric
of seduction

Anchored to your bitterness
Wishing for harmony but
sinking in your resentment
Feeling Icy fingers wrapped
around my heart
beguiled with the promise
of contentment

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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