Category: Discovery

Spirit Animal

Spirit Animal

I am the fox, her spirit animal
An enchanting creature
With plenty of mystique 
I am faithful and loyal
And I will teach her
 
To not follow the pack
Be true to herself first
Be strong and mettlesome
Make wise decisions
And she will be well versed 

To be brave and fearless
Always thinking outside the box
Because she is special and
Sweet, one of a kind
She too is a beautiful fox
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s - What do you see?

Word Prompt:  Mettlesome

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Wolf

Wolf

Your appearance
camouflaged
in sheep’s clothing
I was the fool 
I thought 
you were inspiring
lifting me to greater heights
Was I not your jewel?
 
Luring me to
places I had never gone
Opening my eyes
to a world of glamour
I was warned
of your heretic ways
Going against my beliefs
Ignoring the clamor
 
Living in blindness
Blinkered from the world
Unaware
of the coming pain
Used and abused
Without even realizing
Reaching the zenith
Time to break the chain
 
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Zenith

Camouflage

Heretic

Inspire

Glamourous

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Chemistry

Chemistry

You came into my line of vision
At an awkward angle
I turned quickly to see you
and we fell into a tangle
 
Possessions scattered
across the floor
If I remember correctly
I believe I swore
 
Too busy to look up
Gathering possessions
Finally, our eyes met
Quite an impression
 
Your face magnified
I felt the chemistry
What is happening?
Is this my destiny?
 
You gave me your hand
In a noble gesture
Helped me to my feet
Apologizing, late for your lecture
 
'Walk with me', you say
'Stay for just a while'
My curiosity was piqued
I liked your style
 
I felt an electrical charge
as you held my gaze
‘My pleasure’, I responded
I floated in a daze
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Magnify

Curiosity

Angle

Solution

Noble

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Liberty

Liberty


Dance with your inner child 
Break free from the rusted chains
that have bound you and 
run like the wind of hurricanes
 
Bask in the golden hues of the sun
Wander the streets until you are lost
Lay on the floor of the forest
Until you feel the first frost 
 
Climb far reaching mountain peaks
Let a waterfall shower your skin
Swim the seven seas
Holding onto a dorsal fin
 
Let yourself taste freedom
And remember how it feels
Devour it and own it
As if it were your last cooked meal
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Secret Keeper's Weekly Writing Prompt
Using 5 words - Dance, Inner, Break, Hue, Lost

Word Prompt - Cook

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Cheater

Cheater


The sky was dappled 
Like a Monet masterpiece 
The characters in her world
She wished to release
The noises in her head
Just would not cease
 
She had not been ready
When her world came crashing down
Leaving her hurt and confused
Betrayed by that clown
Stripped of her confidence
Shunned by the town
 
Wandering to the water’s edge
She found her magical place
On the river bank under the tree
Where she would find grace
Fumbling with her feelings
She practiced her poker face
 
Her determination her cynosure 
She returned to her home
Rifling through his things
with a fine-tooth comb
she found the evidence
in a cup of Styrofoam
 
There it was in plain sight
A locket for his lover
Bearing his and her initials
What a thing to discover
Outraged she knew what to do
She would blow his cover
 
Quickly she packed his bags
dumping them outside
the locksmith came
She felt fortified
He came a-knocking at the door
Not at home, she replied
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Masterpiece

Magical

Fumble

Cynosure

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Snowbird

Snowbird


As the sky turns
From blue to creamy yellow
When the sun sinks lower
And we begin to feel mellow
 
Feeling the slight tingle
of freshly sun-kissed skin 
And freckles on a nose
That knows not how to begin
 
Your sapient thoughts confirm
This is where you need to be
Brush off the cobwebs
In search of liberty
 
For all the winter clothes
Are but just an armor
That protect us from the cold
And keep us warmer
 
Connect with your inner self
And follow your dreams
Stay on target
Its easier than it seems
 
Shed the unnecessary weight
Discard those scratchy threads 
And free yourself 
From winter’s dread
 
Be venturesome and curious
Stay full of wonder
Spread your wings
Let no one steal your thunder
 
Fly south young bird
As your parents have sung
Follow the sun and
stay forever young
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Venturesome

Target

Connect

Sapient

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Luring

Luring

I am your muse
Your creativity needs me
I feel your love enticing
Guiding me by whatever means
Luring and mesmerizing

Your tactile artistry
Cries out to touch
Feeling my skin
So it may infuse energy
to your hands
Rendering delicious sin

Take me to the heights
of your madness
Exhaust me with your ardency
Torture me with your creations
Use me, love me, keep me
With a sense of urgency

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Tactile

Means

Guide

Muse

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Words (2)

Words (2)

The pen is my instrument

And life my mentor

An extraordinary journey

Questioning what’s in store

A burgeoning dream

To heal our pain

Writing about fears

Sheltering from the rain

Exorcising demons

With our blood for ink

Pulling me back

From teetering on the brink

We may heal ourselves

From the wounds of misery

The pen is mightier than the sword

and it inflicts no injury

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts

Burgeon

Mentor

Extraordinary

Instrument

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Endless Cycle

Endless Cycle

The signal has sounded
A life is relinquished
The weight of longevity
A light extinguished

What was the beginning
is now the end
but what was once old
becomes new again

The cycle of life
for some is finite
and for others it is
a chance to reunite

Cultures do vary
and many will reincarnate
into whom Karma
has deemed appropriate

A life lived respectful of all
Humans and animals equally
One never knows who they’ll be
Anyone or anything conceivably

For others the end is the finish
Nothing left but the black
Life has been lived
There is no going back

None of us know
Until we are finally there
Tomorrow is another day
Hopefully we wll be somewhere

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Weight

Signal

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #31 – Endless

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Cuban Crisis

Cuban Crisis

She was pulled towards
the whiff of cigar smoke
in the still night air
Pungent yet sweet
it was magnetic
Luring her into the snare

He stood in a cloud
of the scented haze
enjoying his vice
She watched quietly
for a few moments
debating her own advice

She had pretended interest
in the Cuban cigar
knowing it would intrigue
He invited her easily
to step outside
But was she out of his league?

He was holding an object
in his outstretched hand
as she approached
Just as she had thought
a fat cigar for her
She knew she had been caught

He laughed at her look
She was an easy read
He had got her good
Men don’t want women
to smoke cigars
If only they understood

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Whiff

Object

Magnetic

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