Category: Life

The Traveler

The Traveler

Walking through life
knowing deep in my soul
where I was meant to be
Thoughts and actions
not those of the pack
I could clearly see
 
I did not understand
the path for my journey
Instinctively, I would arrive
It was as if I were acting
in a play, and the final scene
I would contrive
 
Heights of happiness
Depths of depression
Wondering what I’d become
Confused by the wait
Never giving up hope
Knowing what would come
 
At times despairing
Thinking I might be wrong
Just another lost soul
With age comes serenity
and needed patience
Waiting for the perfect role
 
See it and believe it
Visualize it, breathe it
Imagine it and it will be mine
Have I lived this life before? 
Knowing fulfillment
or did I just see the sign?

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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NaPoWriMo - Day 3 - April 3rd

Today’s prompt is based in a poem by Larry Levis called
“The Two Trees.” It is a poem that seems to meander,
full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but
fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time.
I’d like to challenge you to write something that involves
a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable
length of time.

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places


In this jungle
where love hides deep
camouflaged from scrutiny
and preferring to sleep
Harmony is rationed
for all but a lucky few
Kill or be killed
in a game for only two
 
Beware the predators
Stalking their prey
Like lambs to the slaughter
and so easy to sway
Sliding down
a slippery slope
Know that in the end
There is always hope
 
 
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Word Prompts:

Harmony

Beware

Hope

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Choices

Choices


Looking radiant in her white
She walks on her chosen route
Music fills the air
there are flowers in her hair
and she bites the forbidden fruit
 
Promises made to appease
and surely will be broken
The dance of life begins
Together they journey and
words will remain unspoken
 
Marching now to the beat
of another drum
In and out of time
not always in rhyme
A life will become undone
 
Two parts do not make a whole
Jagged pieces that jig and saw
Trying to fit
and never quit
Words caught in the craw
 
Up is now her down
In will always be his out
He says, she says
My way or the highway
What was it all about?
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Appease

March

Radiant

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Off Balance

Off Balance


Walking the tightrope
that is your life story
Struggling to balance
complications
Held in self-serving glory
 
Juggling emotions
Keeping the peace
Wondering which will fit
the revolving scenarios
that never seem to cease
 
Striving for symmetry
I soften the jagged pieces
Where there is no color
I paint it black
and iron out the creases
 
Equilibrium is missing
and ignorance not optional
Searching for elusive solutions
If only I could steady myself
The feeling might be rational
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Balance

Word Prompts:

Color

Optional

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A Piece of Work

A Piece of Work

A moment on the tongue
Is a lifetime in the mind
This she must remember
In order to be kind
 
A provocateur
Looking for distraction 
Poking the hornet’s nest
Hoping for a reaction
 
Internally passionate
And outwardly belligerent
Those who manage to get close
Only experience indifference
 
Manufactured words
and constructed criticisms
Her weapons of choice
In her distorted idealisms
 
An emotional jig-saw
trying to piece herself together
If revelation comes
It will change like the weather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Revelation

Manufacture

Construct

dVerse Poets Open Link Night

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Resolution

Resolution


I carry guilt
As a child
As a mother
As a wife
I have carried it
my whole life
 
Everyone comes first
They always have
I would go without
Let them be happy
Let them be safe
There was never a doubt
 
But I am tired
I am weary
I am bruised
Yet I let it continue
What’s wrong with me
I just feel used
 
Today I want things
to be different
It will no longer be a tradition
Someone else
will take care
It’s not beyond cognition
 
I want no revenge
Only a segway
to another solution
Perhaps everyone
will understand
It’s my New Year resolution
 
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Word Prompts:

Tradition

Segway

Revenge


Resolution

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Explosive

Explosive


You poked the hornets’ nest
and wondered why you were stung
You messed with me
and felt a lashing from my tongue
You had no right
to challenge me that way
False accusations
There’s a price to pay
 
Quickly accelerating
like an arsonist’s fire
An out of control situation
Became inexplicably dire
A treasured trust
now in a shamble
Cascading verbiage
Needing a descramble
 
As you stand at my altar
with your heart in hand
You are at my mercy
or else be damned
I will build a bridge of hot coal
and across you will walk
You will make amends
Until then, no more pillow talk

 
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Word Prompts

Shambles

Treasure

Bridge

Cascade

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Gnarly

Gnarly

Like a belligerent badger

Or a dog with a bone

Angry at the world

You build your wall of stone

Standing at the back door

When gifts were handed out

Temper was the one you received

Learning to scream and shout

 

Driving people away

who just want to be kind

They rarely stay long

In fear of your mind

It is sad to know

you’ll end up a lonely old man

No one will want you

They run away as fast as they can

 

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Word Prompts:

Belligerent

Driver

Build

Gift

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Homesick

Homesick

I feel like a fish out of water
On days such as this
One foot on either side of the ocean
To say I’m never homesick would be remiss

I’ve spent half my life there
And the other half here
Yet I still miss so much
Of things that are dear

The best of both worlds
I’m lucky to experience
Seeing both sides of the coin
Teaching me acceptance

I live in the land of opportunity
Regrettably that is not true today
A government full of hatred
Wishing to change the way

The lines of the world are blurring
It is not much better from where I have come
It is now me before you, get back in line
How sad and selfish we have become

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Reena’s Challenge #64 – The Shore The Calls Us Home

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Role Playing

Role Playing

 

My role is unique

I’m somewhat of a freak

A drum roll I compose

No intention to impose

I play the part

With all my heart

Will I pass the audition?

My hard work come to fruition?

Thanks, but no thanks

No need to fill in the blanks

I didn’t get the job

Now my head begins to throb

No room for any sorrow

Back at it again tomorrow

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll

Impose

Unique

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