A full moon
glints through
Swamp Willow
and a reticent
breeze
whispers
its secrets
only to the night
Burning sun
concedes to
a heavy, hanging,
suffocating
atmosphere
as the
cricket chorus
begins
Beaded sweat
gathers quickly
on weary foreheads
and fans rotate
stagnant air
in wretched rooms
Relief
Impossible
Elusive
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Quickly - Word TheDay
Impossible - FOWC
Photo by Mathieu Cheze on Unsplash
Swollen eyes
and mascara streaks
I’m all cried out
Feeling I haven’t
slept in weeks
Fighting it
but justifying it
Trying to make sense
Why, oh why can’t
I just quit?
Incompetent in love
Not accepting reality
Questioning my judgement
Imprudent actions
Tripping staggeringly
Stubborn and hard-headed
Was that me or you?
It only takes one
to cave and then
we can make it through
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Incompetent - RDP
(Im)Prudent - FOWC
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay
Awakened by thunder on a grey and dreary morning
I wished for a blackness to consume me
For today there would be no sun with the dawning
Another day questioning why this had to be
In the depths of my soul there is a bleakness
Where I can often choose to stay and hide
The thrill of the anguish suffered in its starkness
Excites me, as would a masochist, going to the dark side
I punish myself for the blackness of my heart
For I have caused pain to those who loved me
There is no shade of grey on this color chart
In my jaded life only black, as black as black could be
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Anmol (alias HA) is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with the word 'Black'
Word of the Day - Jaded
Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay
Secrets living in dark crevices
Brooding and festering
Prisoners in body cells
Bound and restrained
Slaves to censoring
Silence starving the light
Mute and depressed
Something dying inside
Draining the life from
A voice repressed
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts
OctPoWriMo - Secrets
RDP - Light
Feeling jittery and excited
In my stomach
there were butterflies
You will be here soon
I imagine how it might be
and allow myself to fantasize
It is seven o’ clock
and then seven thirty
another 30 minutes go by
Waiting by the window
Anticipating your arrival
and then I begin to cry
Where are you?
Did I get the time wrong
You said you would come
My first real date
Your word is broken
Leaving me quite numb
I cannot comprehend
why you are not here
so I go to your house
I will make you tell me
why I have been stood up
Be accountable, you louse!
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
First disappointment - OctPoWriMo
Jittery - Word of the Day
Broken - RDP
Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay
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.
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
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
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
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