Category: Healing

Zen Moments

Zen Moments

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 

Wise Up

Wise Up

 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.

Justified

Justified

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

Imagination

Imagination

Threads of moonlight streaming
across the night sky
weaving an intricate web of light
Spilling into the darkness, creating
A reflection into my mind’s eye
and teasing my sight
 
The bank of mist that was hovering
just above the sea, short-lived
and disappearing as it reached the land
Revealing upright rocks
reminiscent of lady fingers
on a charlotte cake made from sand
 
What visions play out in imagination
when blackness becomes white
or hidden becomes seen
Mesmerizing, proffering thoughts
for consideration and anticipating
the excitement of what will glean

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Reflection - RDP

Charlotte's Web - Go Dog Go Cafe

Image by mcbeaner from Pixabay

Poem of the Month – August 2019 – Repair

Repair

To escape the chaos
that is you
I must find fortitude
Lashing back
is no longer an option
Needing solitude
 
I lose myself
in the secret garden
of my mind
Where I am calm
Healing can begin
and justice is blind
 
Floating on a sea
of mundane thoughts
Exorcising the discontent
Here I countdown
to the return of sanity
The storm to circumvent
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets tonight
Mundane - FOWC
Countdown - WotD
The Secret Garden - Go Dog Go Cafe

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Photo – Autumnviolet from Pixabay

Waterfall – A Cascade Poem

Waterfall

in the quietness
of my mind
my escape complete
 
water falling
soothing
in the quietness
 
lofty trees
sheltering, protecting
of my mind
 
the beating heart
of my stag, silent
my escape complete 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Jane Dougherty's Poetry Challenge
#33 - Silent - A Cascade
 
A Cascade is four three-line stanzas, without rhyme.
Three lines of the first verse used successively as
last lines of following verse
Line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Word Prompts:

Quiet - WotD
Lofty - RDP
Escape - FOWC

Earth Angel

Earth Angel

A rose among the thorns
her beauty a beacon of hope
to those down in the mire
and at the end of their rope
 
She was a good woman
sacrificing for those in need
The hungry and poor at the mercy
of the rich man’s greed
 
With no thought of self
her own agenda delayed
Working for the less fortunate
A duty no one could dissuade
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Rose - RDP
Sacrifice - WOTD
Delay - FOWC

Silver Lining

Silver Lining

A droplet of rain trickled
down the window pane
The sky had darkened
and the light began to wane
Thoughts of the day
relived again in her head
Shuddering she turned
back towards the bed
 
Sleep would remedy all
and she craved the escape
Time to heal and repair 
and her life to reshape
The room felt dark and oppressive
Trapping her somewhere in between
and just then the sun smiled 
through a crack in the silkscreen
 
She saw a bluebird on a bough
Calling to her sweetly in song
A white ribbon tied to it
Stretching towards her, quite long
Taking hold of its tether
They went together across the field
She and the bluebird of happiness
On the way to being healed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting at D'Verse
Poets
tonight and has prompted us with some
lovely art by Jackie Hurlbert. I hope you will check
it out too.

Prompts
Droplet - RDP
Silkscreen - FOWC
 
 

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
 
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