Category: Life

Prism

Prism

I love to gaze 
at your face
A perfect structure
Yet at times
twisted in pain
or anger
Your beauty
fragmented
into pieces
that do not fit
Distorted views
through the prism
of your fears
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for Reena's Exploration Challenge - Cubism

Worn Away

Worn Away

Under the feet
of the greedy
resolve is slowly
worn away with time
The downtrodden
deplete of energy
Emotionless
Living with
reluctant acceptance
of what they find
impossible to change



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

In response to Sue Vincent’s weekly write/photo

Me

Me

I am wild
and boisterous
Fearless and fierce
I am me

I am adventurous
and curious
Gutsy and brave
I am me

I tow the line
and follow instructions
Respectful and dutiful
I am me

I am kind
and considerate
Thoughtful and benevolent
I am me

I care
and I love
Gentle and sweet
I am me

I write
and I create
Questioning and truthful
I am me

I argue
and fight
Cry and scream
I am me

I cause pain
and offend
Angry and indignant
I am human


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with writing a poem in the the first
person narrative.  I am sharing a poem I wrote a couple of
years ago. 

Work in Progress

Work in Progress

Ever changing
circle of life
and love
Growing and evolving
with respect and honor
Giving and receiving
Supporting and leaning
Loving and hating
Sometimes crashing and burning
with resentment and bitterness
Futile arguments
Begrudging compromise
Sending each other
in different directions
Searching for emotional life rafts
A place to breathe
and heal from 
stinging words
of anger
hurled without thought
More harshly spoken
than truth in their meaning
Uneven edges of a puzzle
trying to fit
any which way
Sharp corners slicing softness
leaving bloody lesions
Healing but scarring
Forever reminders
of imperfections
on each side
of the equation
A never-ending challenge
Learning
to live and love
as one


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Futile - Word of the Day
Begrudge - FOWC

Truth

Truth

You were
my king
my idol
I worshipped you
each day
bringing you
gifts of fruit
and flowers
touched by sunshine
kissed with tears
and made
with my love
 
You feasted
on my bounty
and reclined in
the warmth
of my passion
Enjoying
the relief of my
rescue
I filled the
emptiness
in your dark heart
and became
your doormat
 
Fact
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

King - Word of the Day
Relief - RDP
Fact - FOWC

Image by Kris Åsard from Pixabay 
   

OCD

OCD

Obsessive I know I am
Compulsive, perhaps
I happen to give a damn
as things might collapse
 
Order is important to me
so I can maintain control
All where it’s supposed to be
then its perfection I can extoll 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting Poetics tonight at D'Verse
and shared with us some beautiful poems by
Eliabeth Jennings who has a very clear and
direct style of writing.  So Laura has prompted
us with the word "Order" to be used as a noun.

Image by Erro Fleck from Pixabay 

The First Step

The First Step

The road is long
and not for the
faint-hearted
It will bend and twist
uphill and down
Unforgiving
and full of
pot holes
There is no choice
on this journey
of life
You will stumble
and fall
and at times
you will reach
a crossroads
where sometimes
you will stay
in neutral
Unsure
and unknowing
You will take
the wrong path
without question
but you will learn
from the mistake
and carry on
to the next junction
With experience
you will choose wisely
There are no shortcuts
on this road
called life
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
 
 In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo

Bad Apple

Bad Apple

My instincts
screamed at me
but I chose
not to listen
You,
opinionated
and arrogant 
Rubbing me
the wrong way
but charming
and smooth
with an 
engaging
charm
I turned a blind eye 
Telling myself 
the positives 
outweighed
the negatives
But a bad apple
poisons the barrel
and we died
a slow and painful
death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol, alias HA, is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with writing
about an apple.

Word Prompt
Smooth - RDP

Image by Bill Kasman from Pixabay 

Bayou

Bayou

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

He Says, She Says

He Says, She Says

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 
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