Category: Confusion

Perplexed

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Perplexed

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
NaPoWriMo
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.
 
Word Prompts:

Reminiscent

Compromise

Prone

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Forked Tongue – A Villanelle

		

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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

		

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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 ©

Word Prompts:

Instant

Kite

Dough

Scorn

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Battle For Peace

		

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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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Reason

		

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Reason


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 ©


 


Word Prompts:


Dismal


Walk


Leave


Lost


Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Prompt – Wicked Chill


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Muddled

		

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Muddled


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 ©


 


Word Prompts


Manifestation


Abstract


Frighten


Approximate


OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #24 – Opening


 


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Words

		

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Words


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 ©


Word Prompts:


Scintillating


Foliage


Comeback


OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day for October – Prompt: Insecurity


 


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Losing My Religion

		

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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 ©


Word Prompts:


Cajole


Copyright


Exemplary


Guess


Deteriorate


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Impasse

		

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Impasse


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 😬


Word Prompts:


Copious


Gloss


Fragile


Palette


Theme


Boondocks


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Maelstrom

		

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Maelstrom


Each day I wake

not knowing what

to expect

Will today be

comforting or

suffocating

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 ©


Word Prompts:


Fathom


Imperious


Beguile


Anchor


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