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
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 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
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
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.