Category: Life

Drowning Girl – Pop Art

Drowning Girl

Cry me a river, he said
cold and cruel
words laced with sarcasm
playing me for a fool
 
Driving away
and leaving me alone
my tears fell in puddles
in this place unknown
 
The water rising quickly
and on a current so strong
I am carried away
I did nothing wrong
 
I don’t care
I'd rather sink
than call Brad for help
What do you think?

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Victoria is today’s host of dVerse Poets.
She has prompted us with Pop Art, asking
us to choose an iconic piece and write a
poem about it. I chose "Drowning Girl"
by Roy Lichtenstein.

Considered a cornerstone of Lichtenstein’s
work, Drowning Girl is sometimes also
referred to as ‘I Don’t Care! I’d Rather Sink’.
The printing method and the use of speech
balloon to convey thoughts give the painting
an appearance of a comic book page.
The heroine appears a victim of an unhappy
love affair who would rather drown than
ask for her lover’s help.

	    

Thief

Thief

He hides beneath his black cloak
A thief, corrupt in his actions
Seeing only the glitter
Shining bright
Appealing, flashy
Preying on innocence
 
He steals from the naive
the needy and the oblivious
Smelling their fear and insecurity
Knowing when to strike
Feeding on their vulnerability 
and without penitence

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's weekly
Write/Photo Challenge
- Photo of Magpie
 

The Circle of Life

The Circle of Life

It shed its leaves this Autumn
Lightening the load one last time
Weary now from carrying the weight
 
Limbs already beginning to die
The old tree was ailing
It already knew its fate
 
The seasons had come and gone
Many a creature had
Inhabited its boughs
 
Nests of squirrels and birds
A fox’s den at the base
Its leaves shading the cows
 
This tree had wrapped its branches
Around heartache and happiness
Providing comfort to those in need
 
Placating the broken hearted
And sheltering some from the rain
It was one hundred nights of hero, indeed
 
Soon the tree was pulled down
And the birds lamented over its dead body
New homes now to be found
 
A loss taking years to replace
A death not easily forgotten
As the old tree gives back to the ground
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Wrap - Stream of Consciousness
Placate - WotD
Autumn RDP
One Hundred Nights of Hero - Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
Go Dog Go Cafe
The tree was pulled down and the birds lamented
over its dead body
- MLMM's Saturday Mix
Unique Personality - to include this sentence




Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay 

Over and Out

Over and Out

You glare at me
with a look that could sour
grapes on the vine
Full of contempt
and just a little crazy
I take it as a sign
 
Our affair is history
Friendship notwithstanding
Your words are now snide
I have zero tolerance
for this excursion to lunacy
I never signed up for that ride

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Friendship - WotD
Excursion - RDP
Snide - FOWC
Zero - Daily Addictions
 

Rest

Rest

The milky moon
shines a delicate light
through clouds of gauze
this balmy summer night
 
The rain from earlier
still puddled on the ground
The night had become still
with barely a sound
 
A caterwauling feline on a fence
Hatchlings safe in their nest
A hooting owl high in a tree
Hungry baby on mother’s breast
 
The day comes to an end
with everyone in their place
Time to rest before returning
with the night’s grace

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Delicate - WotD
Return - RDP
Nest - FOWC

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

Not Amused

Not Amused

Sometimes I wonder
if this is part of a
wicked plan to confuse
 
What was up is now down
Your language foreign
It does not amuse
 
What I see as black
you claim is white
This you I don’t recognize
 
Snipping and sniping
always unpredictable
bringing tears to my eyes
 
I feel a cloud of discontent
shadowing what was once
pure and honest
 
Is this some kind of sham?
What have you become?
It’s not what you promised
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Tear - WotD
Sham -RDP

Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Image by DavidRockDesign from Pixabay 

Revenge – A Dizain

Revenge

Her hair long and black as a raven’s wing
Glorious, loose curls falling down her back
She walked to forget his words that did sting
Not realizing she had come off track
 
Stopping briefly, she put down her backpack
and stood staring up at the vast blue sky
 
Realizing she knew the answer why
He was insecure, she was beautiful
But did he really have to make her cry?
His actions had left her feeling vengeful
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosted at D'Verse Poets tonight
and has challenged ged us with a Dizain.
The form is 10 lines with 10 syllables per line
with a rhyme pattern of ababbccdcd
This is my first attempt at this form

Volatile

Volatile

Her nature tempestuous
Like a storm at sea
Yet in calm waters
speaking civilized words
Carrying poison 
Delivered flawlessly
Taking down her prey
Wounding, but not slaying
 
With a prepared agility
delivering a soothing touch
to those she injured
Offering words of comfort
Unwittingly welcomed
Any resistance
Could invoke ire
She was fragile like a bomb
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Agile - WotD
Prepare - RDP
Touch
- FOWC

Image Gerd Altmann, Pixabay

Underbelly

Underbelly

A slice of moon
veiled so slightly
by a smoky cloud
Air so thick
it could be chewed
Voices carried loud
 
The night sultry
Perspiration beading
on heat weary brows
A distant dog barking
disturbing an old man’s
intermittent drowse
 
Car horns honk
Music of the night
Broken glass gleamed
Garbage plunked
unceremoniously
and someone screamed
 
Back alley sex
Writhing in
gratuitous ecstasy
Money exchanged
No more than
a sick fantasy
 
Alone in the darkness
oblivious to it all
A junkie finds a vein
Sirens cutting silence
Purposeful, speeding 
Anther body slain
 
The distorted face
of a city breathing fire
Scorching, charring 
Fanning the flames
Of society’s underbelly
The flip side jarring
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Chew - SoCS

Sick - RDP

Writhe - FOWC

MLMM - Saturday Mix - Onomatopoeia
Honk/Plunk/ Flip

Social Butterfly

Social Butterfly

Her eyes were shining
on this night of the full moon
Hair tumbling down her back
 
A social butterfly
Sashaying across the floor
Her eyes were shining
 
Others would smile
as she approached them
On this night of the full moon
 
Basking in the attention
Reveling in the mood
Hair tumbling down her back
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix - A Cascade
Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about
receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like
a waterfall. The structure is as follows:
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Word Prompts

Social

Shine

Night

Sashay

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 
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