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
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:
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
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 ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day for October – Prompt: Insecurity
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:
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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 😬
Word Prompts:
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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:
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