Category: Life

Rest

Rest

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

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Not Amused

Not Amused

Sometimes I wonder
if this is part of a
wicked plan to confuse
 
What was up is now down
Your language foreign
It does not amuse
 
What I see as black
you claim is white
This you I don’t recognize
 
Snipping and sniping
always unpredictable
bringing tears to my eyes
 
I feel a cloud of discontent
shadowing what was once
pure and honest
 
Is this some kind of sham?
What have you become?
It’s not what you promised
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Tear - WotD
Sham -RDP

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Revenge – A Dizain

Revenge

Her hair long and black as a raven’s wing
Glorious, loose curls falling down her back
She walked to forget his words that did sting
Not realizing she had come off track
 
Stopping briefly, she put down her backpack
and stood staring up at the vast blue sky
 
Realizing she knew the answer why
He was insecure, she was beautiful
But did he really have to make her cry?
His actions had left her feeling vengeful
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank Hubeny is hosted at D'Verse Poets tonight
and has challenged ged us with a Dizain.
The form is 10 lines with 10 syllables per line
with a rhyme pattern of ababbccdcd
This is my first attempt at this form

Volatile

Volatile

Her nature tempestuous
Like a storm at sea
Yet in calm waters
speaking civilized words
Carrying poison 
Delivered flawlessly
Taking down her prey
Wounding, but not slaying
 
With a prepared agility
delivering a soothing touch
to those she injured
Offering words of comfort
Unwittingly welcomed
Any resistance
Could invoke ire
She was fragile like a bomb
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Agile - WotD
Prepare - RDP
Touch
- FOWC

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Underbelly

Underbelly

A slice of moon
veiled so slightly
by a smoky cloud
Air so thick
it could be chewed
Voices carried loud
 
The night sultry
Perspiration beading
on heat weary brows
A distant dog barking
disturbing an old man’s
intermittent drowse
 
Car horns honk
Music of the night
Broken glass gleamed
Garbage plunked
unceremoniously
and someone screamed
 
Back alley sex
Writhing in
gratuitous ecstasy
Money exchanged
No more than
a sick fantasy
 
Alone in the darkness
oblivious to it all
A junkie finds a vein
Sirens cutting silence
Purposeful, speeding 
Anther body slain
 
The distorted face
of a city breathing fire
Scorching, charring 
Fanning the flames
Of society’s underbelly
The flip side jarring
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Chew - SoCS

Sick - RDP

Writhe - FOWC

MLMM - Saturday Mix - Onomatopoeia
Honk/Plunk/ Flip

Social Butterfly

Social Butterfly

Her eyes were shining
on this night of the full moon
Hair tumbling down her back
 
A social butterfly
Sashaying across the floor
Her eyes were shining
 
Others would smile
as she approached them
On this night of the full moon
 
Basking in the attention
Reveling in the mood
Hair tumbling down her back
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix - A Cascade
Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about
receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like
a waterfall. The structure is as follows:
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Word Prompts

Social

Shine

Night

Sashay

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Petticoat Lane, London E.1

Petticoat Lane

Ladies and gents, roll up, roll up 
The request of Cockney patter
You won’t believe your eyes
goes the stallholder’s chatter
 
Merchandise galore 
from soup to nuts
A new set of plates
or some fabric cuts
 
Fresh baked bagels
and plenty of nosh
Saris and leather goods
Some things quite posh
 
Fruits and vegetables
Ribbons and lace
Plants and flowers
Caricatures of your face 
 
Clothing and shoes
in all shapes and sizes
Treasures to be found
Bargains are the prizes
 
A pint of whelks
or some dressed crab
Toffee apples on a stick
Butter on the marble slab
 
A melting pot of cultures
in the London’s East End
A market for everyone
Where personalities blend
 
An historic market
From centuries ago
Everything still for sale
on somebody’s barrow
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane
in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful
and memorable

Existence

Existence

The view across the lake
in the early morning
Magnificent in its silence
as the day was dawning
Birds aroused and calling
in a contest of sound
Happy communicating
while others dig the ground
 
Each day wondrous
in its simple familiarity
Traveling on the wheels of existence
Rotating in its peculiarity
Monotonous but necessary
a cycle impossible to cheat
The tread of time so ruthless
that it tramples even kings under its feet
 
Such is life
A difficult road to follow
Beautiful yet tough
sometimes a hard pill to swallow
Moments captured and stored
in the memory banks of existence 
Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts
With little or no resistance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Silence

Contest

View

Spendthrift

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix
Personification, using this sentence:
The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings
under its feet.

Homeless

Homeless

Fatigued by a vagabond life
Bones weary from the weather
Clothes threadbare and worn
skin tough as hammered leather
 
A look unmistakable
with eyes forever distant
An existence not of choice
always socially resistant
 
Fame lost in history
and soon forgotten
family ties and love
now decayed and rotten
 
Tattered belongings
A bottle in a brown bag
A dirty old blanket
His only swag
 
The liquor warming
and a welcome treat
soon lost in a whisky haze
This sad life on the street
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Vagabond

Fame

Welcome

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Indulgence

Indulgence

Like silk on my skin
soft and seductive
an exquisite sensation
and so very destructive
Stroking my shoulders
with your nimble fingers
feathery, light
Letting the touch linger
 
I want to sing hallelujahs
Take me to the church
Drowning in erotica
before you I do smirch
Gloried in the commonplace
made weird, I am at a loss 
for words to describe
this, which I feared
 
A hedonistic existence
of pleasures fulfilled
regardless of its effect
on lives to rebuild
Looking for escape
from blurred lines
unable to distinguish
or read the danger signs
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Escape

Distinguish

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