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
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
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.
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
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