Sunshine warms a cold heart left lonely and closed off Color returns to a monochrome life and birds sing their praises A skin is shed and new life is born as if taking steps for the very first time Life does go on Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Image by sunflair from Pixabay
The moon appears in stages reminding us of life and our ever-changing journey. At the start of this year I made decisions that will affect my life moving forward. Pumped by my resolve the path was clear for me. I expected resistance and experienced some bumps on the road to what I call my rediscovery
This Friday I will reach a milestone marking the end of the the first part of the endeavor. I stopped to smell the roses on the way and realized that anything is possible when you want it bad enough.
So look up and let the moon guide you in stages. Be brave, be strong, and most importantly, always be you!
Wish upon a star As you gaze up at the moon Your dreams will come true Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D’Verse and has us looking up at the moon for inspiration.
The fragrant smell of roses was my wake up call reminding me to savor the moment. How long had it been? Was it three or four years? Shuddering I dispelled the troublesome thoughts that continued to creep into my head, derailing me. I let my mind come back to the present. Today was going to be about me and I just hoped I could remember how to do that.
Taking my tea, I stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. I sat at the table I had lovingly restored and repainted. There was a breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past. I felt almost light-headed as the thought of not one single duty to attend to brought a smile to my face. Many possibilities suddenly presented themselves and I thought this year’s a different thing – I will not think of you
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Merril js hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse
We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction incorporating this line from Charlotte Mews’s poem called I So Liked Spring.
This year’s a different thing - I will not think of you.
Prosery is regarded as a piece of fiction/non fiction of no more than 144 words, excluding the title.
Beneath the layers of this madness I sometimes catch a glimpse of how it used to be It surprises and touches this heart closed off in self-healing In honesty, I know those moments I remember are only the special ones The others are buried deep in a pit if animosity where they will eventually die My lapses into the past are brief Memories can bring a smile or stab deep in the gut Perhaps it is better not to linger there What we had was always more wrong than right Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved For Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets
In the lonely hours consumed with the things I cannot control I drown in the sadness of my life My decisions, right at the time are haunting and daunting Fearing no escape from the gate-less prison of my choices Guilt overwhelms as duty reigns supreme When all seems lost a caring person breaks the spell on a mind paralyzed with fear The words, so simple but clarifying and freeing Just walk away Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn
Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass
The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song
A blanket of silence comforting and welcome
Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day
It is in these moments that time stands still
I am gifted with peace and I give thanks
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Prompts
RDP - Thanks
Stream of Consciousness - Morning
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend
Through a window
Raindrops fell silently
Pooling in miniature puddles
Between cobblestones
Water gently washing away
The day’s grime
Reminiscent of how, in quietness,
and behind the scenes of everyday events
The universe repairs and renews
A flower with thirst quenched
Dry, barren fields ready to receive seed
Dirt slowly becoming mud and disappearing
A metaphor for life that sometimes
Stops you in the tracks
of confusion and hesitancy
Wondering what has sullied your life
On this day, and why
Soon a cleansing rain will come
Revitalizing, restoring and reenergizing
Freshening all it touches
Life’s problems coming clean in the wash
Forgetting easily what had saddened
and temporarily paralyzed the soul
Life goes on
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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse
I walked that I might breathe Each inhalation pushing the oxygen Up to my brain until my head cleared and normalcy returned Every step taking me further away from the source of my discontent I absorbed the surroundings Following the bend in the river A gentle susurrus shook The weeping willow blossoms Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline as dusk staked its claim on the day From the corner of my eye a scintilla of light flashed to the left, then the right Fireflies shining in the twilight Glowing on and off Teasing the viewer tempted to catch them It was then I knew I had found my querencia My safe place of peace Where my equilibrium could return Stopping to wonder at the light show I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem. I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia. You will find their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.
Thoughts swirling around in my head Constantly in motion, confusing Making sense and then senseless Unable to control their movement Reminiscent of the oscillating fan hanging from the ceiling I stare at it listening to the gentle hum and the clinking of the pull caught in its own draught Disoriented by my own uncontrollable emotions I watch the rotations above me allowing them to calm my mind Mesmerized by the gyration and feeling my heartbeat slowing My eyelids flutter in silken silence to the rhythmic, gentle turning Unaware of time passing Becoming sober in thought and centered of spirit My outlook had become a lighter shade of dark Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word Prompts Oscillating - Word of the Day Sober - FOWC Silk - RDP