Category: Healing

Gypsy in her Soul

Gypsy in her Soul

Cool sand beckoned
at day’s end
Walking barefoot
along the shore
Much needed,
for her heart to mend
 
Breeze in her hair
Free as the birds
Thoughts released
up to the sky
Mind calming
No need for words
 
She paddled
In the watery pools
as Sandpipers chased
away from the flow
The beach in the fading light
twinkled like precious jewels
 
Walking off the pain
as darkness fell
The gypsy in her soul
reminded her once more
Time to move on
and these feelings will quell
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Paddle

Chase

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Mondays

Image by themoderngypsydiaries from Pixabay 

The Other Side of Darkness

The Other Side of Darkness

She walked slowly
and deliberately
crossing the path of no one
Her hair like spun sugar
Almost caramelized
In the early morning sun
 
The day was beginning
making its glorious entrance
bringing lightness to her day
The remains of the previous night
Little more than bad memories
slowly slipping away
 
Darkness had consumed her
blackening her heart
Stealing her soul
Wretched and angry
She fought hard to escape
the tenebrous hole
 
Kissed by the solar energy
her thoughts now clear
She shook off the shroud
releasing the negativity
that was consuming her
Letting it drift up to the clouds
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt Write/Photo - Yearning
 

Space to Breathe

Space to Breathe

Weary as your scapegoat
I search for a sanctuary
Needing solace to heal
my thoughts, now fragmentary
A place where I may weep
with no fear of scorn
Having lost self-respect
and for that I mourn
 
Stillness and peace
comfort me here
Being lost in the stillness
not missing the fear
My thoughts uninterrupted
bringing needed serenity
Finding myself again
after losing identity
 
A small haven
where no one goes
My heart can regenerate
its love, as tension slows
Meditation brings relief
as I look back at my soul
I can see clearly now
Once again, I am whole
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Challenge Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Sanctuary

Regenerate

Scapegoat

Resurrection – Poem of the Month – June 2019

Resurrection

As the snow melted
in early spring
I finally find a voice
with which to sing
Buried deep underground
with my crushed dreams
I suffocated there where
no one heard my screams
 
My instinct was to be free
Away from this wretched grave
An inhospitable prison
where I had been a slave
Pushing the earth upwards
my soul was set free
No longer indebted
and never more your devotee
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse poets and gave us some unique
photos by Mary Frances as inspiration. I love the one
I chose!

Prompts:

Crushed Dreams
Snow
Hospitality (Inhospitable)
Instinct

Forgettable

Forgettable

When you left
You took away
the morning sunshine
The verdant earth
lay dying and the sea
shrank from the coastline
 
A blanket of darkness
Obscuring and distorting
Enveloping my world
A maelstrom in fury
Whipping, lashing
Emotions hurled
 
Struggling to stabilize
Before drowning
in your wake
Unsteady, frightful 
Clinging to hope
Is this all a mistake?
 
As I wallow in this mire
I realize my error
I gave you free rein
To do as you wished
Taking everything from me
Was I insane?
 
Luckily, I saw the light
At the end of the tunnel
It restored my trust
Meanwhile I now 
only think of you 
if I absolutely must
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Lucky

Verdant

Meanwhile

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Suspended

Suspended

That space in-between
Neither awake nor sleep
waiting, suspended
in limbo
Yearning for the deep
 
The mind in overdrive
unable to calm
tossing and turning
the body contorting  
What medicine will calm?
 
Imagination racing
Should I count some sheep?
say numbers backwards?
I tried all of the above
and did drift to sleep 

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

M is guest hosting at D'Verse tonight and has prompted us
with the word Limbo

Go Dog Go Cafe's Tuesday Writing Challenge promoted us
to use the words Drift to Sleep

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The Gathering

The Gathering

The sun beckoned them
to the top of the hill
Hand in hand in a circle
Experiencing the thrill
 
They felt each other’s blood
as it coursed through their veins
As if all one organism
Simultaneously breaking chains
 
As the sun rose in the sky
Its early light kissed the ground
Infusing its energy into them all
and the day was crowned
 
One sun, one earth, one people
So was their creed
They passed the pipe of peace
and inhaled the weed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt

The Long Road

The Long Road

Born from new beginnings
A glimmer of hope
In the bleakest of years
The darkest of times
A baby to love and
dry the shedding tears
 
A lonely widow
with a family ready made
He, a man with an assurance
Promising love and security
for ever more, yet for her
it became an endurance
 
A straying spouse
out until the small hours
with whiskey breath
Cheating on his wife
with no-good women
She wished him a slow death
 
A child growing in disharmony
painfully witnessing the angst 
and learning how to be
Confused by the love-hate
relationship
Wishing to be free
 
A lifetime of relearning 
That true love really exists 
and does not cause pain
Love and honor
for each other
the foundation, never the bane
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo

Day 11 - April 11th

Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like
to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where
are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally,
physically, spiritually? And having come from there,
where are you now?

Photo by Dimitri de Vries on Unsplash

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The Calling

The Calling


A world of silence
beckoned
Offering the solace
desperately needed
A calling
not to be ignored
Voluntarily acceded 


A place to offer
devotion of
both heart and soul
A gift of one’s being
Magnanimous 
Complete and whole


A journey of light
The path clear
and obstacle-free
To this house
of sanctuary
Now destined to be



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's
What Do You See Photo Prompt

Time Is Up

Time Is Up

Exhausted and drained
Grown tired of the never ending
game
No more rocks in the pile
Can no longer shift the blame
 
Differences to rejoice
Empathy and understanding
to be restored
Walk to towards each other
All avenues explored
 
A time to cast away stones
and a time to gather stones
together
It is now time to forgive
And find the white feather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Quoting Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV)
She asked us to take two lines from the complete verse and work them
into our poem, either literally, or as a prompt.

I chose:
" a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together"

Here is the complete verse

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

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