That rare moment
when you feel yourself
hanging between
sleep and awake
A euphoric state
you never want to end
Stopping and starting
doing a retake
Multiplying the climax
again and again
until sleep is triumphant
finally surrendering
The mind relaxes
and in dreams you travel
to another world
of visions for remembering
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Climax - Word of the Day
Rare - FOWC
Sleep - RDP
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Here I sit
where troubles
Do not follow
In my solitude
tears come
I sob and swallow
The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing
Cares float away
Cleansing my soul
Finally releasing
I draw energy
From the mountains
and warmth from the sun
My life feels balanced
I am now ready
A new day has begun
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo
Emerging from
self-imposed imprisonment
A throne-less queen
walks naked and alone
vulnerable
remorseful
Eyes watching her
every movement
Her sparkle diminished
she wears the grey garb
of solitude and regret
Wishing now
for sunlight to
warm her coldness,
liven her spirit and
pump hope into her heart
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Grace is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets
Word Prompt:
Sparkle - Word of the Day
Image by Capri23auto from Pixabay
Water refreshing skin
washing away tears,
dirt and grime
The ocean carries me
Cleansing my soul
and erasing time
Forgetful of sorrow
Drifting away on waves
Soaking in its energy
A magical sensation
Feeling bewitched
Absorbing the synergy
Touching the horizon
Floating in rhythm
with the birds
Seeing faces in clouds
Escaping madness
No need for words
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Ocean - OctPoWriMo
Forgetful - RDP
Horizon - FOWC
Bewitched - Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt -
Go Dog Go Cafe
In the stillness
of the dawn
There is a chance
for a new beginning
A time to cast away
that which no longer works
The mangled
and exhausted dialogue
Repeated endlessly
and accepted as gospel
A new language
to be learned
and a fresh way
of communicating
My beloved
I fear we are
at an impasse
My heart
fights with my head
and it will always win
I languish in the love
and you thrive in the war
Zero to crazy
in three seconds
is no longer the norm
It must end
It did end
and this is the new dawn
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Image by Devalei Love from Pixabay
Prompts:
Dawn - RDP
Beloved - Christine Daily Writing Prompt GoDogGoCafe
Bitter thoughts
and sour words
evoking intense reaction
A tongue lashing
hurling insults
Intimidating exaction
A spoonful of sugar
to sweeten the tart
and acidulous vocabulary
Sugar rushing to the head
Calming the anxious
with honeyed confectionery
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
OctPoWriMo - Tongue
Image by Alexandra_Koch from Pixabay
Like dust in a sunbeam
Your closeness is ubiquitous
Unseen, but in every particle
Only visible in light
Your essence omnipresent
You nest in my mind
Wishful thoughts conjured
on my darkest days
When wild horses cannot
drag me from sadness
I lose myself in you
and our memories
of special moments shared
Significant to only us
Cherished forever
Even though you are gone
You remain here with me
Your strength hiding
in my dark shadows
Your presence healing
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Horses - RDP
Wishful - FOWC
Nest - Daily Addictions
Image by Couleur from Pixabay
Slowly but surely
Bit by bit
Concentration comes
Closing off the world
Contemplating, meditating
Fingers touching thumbs
Judicious use of thoughts
Contained and controlled
Absorbing the environment
Looking outward to Nature
Searching for the answers
on a path to enlightenment
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Zen - WotD
Judicious - FOWC
Bit -Daily Addictions
Image by Elias Sch. from Pixabay
When something isn’t right
it is a shoe that blisters the heel
So why do you put up with that
when you don’t like the way it feels?
If it makes you sad
and frightened to speak
Then it is wrong
and you are being weak
Doing the same thing
over and again
expecting a different result
Defines insanity - Amen!
When did you start to do stupid?
What have you become?
A shadow of you former self
Who are you hiding from?
Wise up girl
There is something amiss
Dump that loser
You are better than this
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted us with beautiful art by Beverly Dyer
I chose her painting of the Owl as it is a symbol of wisdom.
Sometimes we forget how wise we are, particularly
when we lose sight of ourselves.
In the wake of your furor
I come up for air
breathing it deep
into my lungs
until the oxygen
calms my brain
and I can think
clearly again
I remain inconspicuous
on the perimeter of your
struggle for sense
Here I can observe
your body language
and know that this
is on you, not me
and I owe no apology
Sorry will never
be uttered as it
is never felt
Words will be knitted
in a pattern to obscure
and hide the truth
This is your way
Forever justified
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Knit - WotD
Wake - RDP
Inconspicuous - FOWC
Up - Daily Addictions
Book Prompt
The Body is not an Apology - Go Dog Go Cafe
Promote Mondays - Go Dog Go Cafe
Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay