As daylight kissed
the flowery fields
and the sun rose
over the hill
the planted stones
trembled once more
and birds scattered
amid their shrill
Ancient rocks
worn with age
standing in position
testing time
Shifting and leaning
with each shudder
of earth’s movement
and continuing rhyme
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly
Write/Photo Challenge
Word Prompt
Daylight - RDP
A year wished
to be forgotten
from the first
January day
Testing strength
and perseverance
Love and hate
An existence put
on hiatus while
hidden horrors
played Russian roulette
with hearts and minds
Slaves to medicines
and opinions
Mixed feelings haunting
and undermining
Toying and tricking
Tripping and taunting
with theoretical tripe
Praying for this
year to end
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Year - Stream of Consciousness
Hiatus - Word of the Day
Theoretical - FOWC
Mixed Feelings - RDP
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
My kindred spirit
we grew at the same time
but thousands
of miles apart
Destiny brought
us together
eventually and
a chance to restart
A connection
from our distant history
Knowing you
but how?
Lovers, perhaps
Yet it is a cruel love
One of deep emotion
Then and now
Could it be
Master and slave
from centuries past?
Crime and punishment
Why else would
love be so jagged?
Hearts that will never mend
Hidden in its diminishment
Is a lesson to be learned
this time around?
I ask as I heal myself
in silence, alone
I am no slave to anyone
At any time
This treatment
I can no longer condone
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts
How do we heal ourselves - OctPoWriMo
Jagged - WotD
Mend - RDP
Kindred - Christine' daily writing prompt
Go Dog Go Cafe
Promote Yourself Monday
Go Dog Go Cafe
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Sparks shooting stars
up to the night sky
from the dried,
crackling wood
A child stares
into the flames
mesmerized
where he stood
This night
of fireworks and fire
Bonfires burning
a Guy Fawkes effigy
Spare a penny
for the Guy mister?
Remember, remember
the fifth of November
is the age-old elegy
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo
For those not familiar with Guy Fawkes day
and why it is celebrated, you can read about
him here
The sound of hooves on gravel
now in the distant past
The ground underfoot became soft
as she reached the clearing at last
Shelter from the noon day sun
was a welcome retreat
She nimbly dismounted her horse
Content to be out of the heat
It was not as she remembered
The foliage thicker, outstretched
She searched for the oak tree
Where their initials were etched
The old watering trough
where they used to meet
Now hardly visible
and covered in mossy peat
Something always drew her to this place
Why had she come here this day?
Memories relived but soon forgotten
She mounted and rode away
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo - Shade
Word Prompt
Nimble
It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops
Spotting the pavement
in polka dotted flair
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th
Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you.
Word Prompt
Vengeance
Photo by Madeline Pere on Unsplash
Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by
Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day
A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay
With determination
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten
Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory
Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt
Word Prompt: Haze
From far away
he had traveled
back to the place
from whence he came
His life since unraveled
Retribution necessary
for a devastating wrong
He had suffered greatly
many moons ago
Now he must be strong
Here to face his adversaries
and reclaim what is his alone
His birthright and
the crown of the land
Now he will retake his throne
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt
Mollusk crusted rock
In the ancient midden
Reflecting the life
Of times long hidden
History for us to unravel
In these gifts preserved
Stories of ancestors
Thoughtfully conserved
Uniformly collected
Treasures of times gone by
Chronicles the account
Of what happened, and why
Years of being derelict
Disrespecting our past
Acknowledging the fault was ours
Learning the lesson at last
We must forgive mistakes
Ignorance is not a crime
They knew not the value
Of that place and time
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
DVerse Poets Pub hosted tonight by Frank Hubeny
He has challenged us with “Blame and Forgiveness”
Word Prompts:
Derelict
Fault
Uniform