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
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
Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night
Image by DavidRockDesign from Pixabay
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
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
Image Gerd Altmann, Pixabay