My world once full of color
Is now monochrome
There is a chill in the air
Where sunshine once lived
In the place we called home
Your voice lingering still
In the empty rooms
Memories from the past
Evicted so cruelly
Now living in tombs
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to GoDogGo Cafe 3 Word Writing Prompt Nov 6th
The Challenge was to be inspired by the words Gray, Wind and Echoes but not use them in the poem
She had lived in these waters
Where she would call to him
He was curious and came willingly
And together they would swim
She took him to the ocean floor
And they would pick up starfish
Marveling at their million legs
And on each one make a wish
He learned to ride the dolphins
While she swam alongside
They would lie on the rocks
With each other, preoccupied
As they sat in the sun
He would braid her hair
He had fallen deeply in love
And did not want to share
One day he had to go away
And thought his heart might break
She promised him she would stay
But he feared he’d lose her in his wake
He constructed an image of her
And placed it on the rocks
So she would remember where to come
He would return at the spring equinox
She came back every day
Waiting for her love
She would laugh at the statue
And look up above
The sun had changed its position
But he had never returned
She became tired of waiting
This mermaid had been spurned
She swam far away from there
And did never return
When he finally reappeared
All that was left
was the monument so taciturn
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? – Photo Prompt
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She looked to the mountains
With the colors of red and gold
Like her brazen hair
A Celtic look strong and bold
Her husband a seaman
sailing the oceans seven
Like his father before him
a cabin boy at age eleven
Used to her loneliness
she cared for the croft
Sheep to be fed
and hay in the loft
Her feelings repressed
Who would hear her voice
The bairns too young
she didn’t have a choice
The small cottage
never dingy or unclean
A spotless home
A place that was serene
This day her thoughts
were indulgent and sublime
But they were ephemeral
Being in the world of maritime
A storm picking up
Dark clouds gathering
She rounded up the young ones
as the shutters began clattering
Just another day
This woman of resilience
Keeping home fires burning
Until her husband’s deliverance
Marking the calendar
Until his return on leave
Nine more days
Of wool to weave
One week and two days
Until he is home safe and sound
Sadly she did not know
That he had already drowned
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #29 – By the Numbers
Photo by Sean McGee on Unsplash
Once upon a time
when you were my lover
we used to live in our world
of magical fantasy with
new experiences to discover
Fearless and free
We sailed the seven seas
Swimming in oceans
Enduring blizzards
And climbing trees
Our dreams were endless
and energy unbounded
A magical pair
Living in enchantment
Any negativity unfounded
Was it then prophetic
that you went away?
You became my former lover
Our lives modified
No longer here to stay
I fascinated you no longer
The spell was broken
In a New York minute
My hopes and wishes dashed
Another word never spoken
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
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OctProWriMo – Poem a Day #18 – Once Upon a Time
As I look around the room
In its disrepair
The beauty is still here
In this house
where we raised our children
Your essence is everywhere
The dirt and grime is thick
Covering the furniture and drapes
The height chart on the wall
no longer visible
and there’s the chair where you
bandaged the scrapes
Memories of our family
Are buried deep in this grime
Layers of our life disguised
In the filth of other’s lives
But their neglect
is the only crime
That you are gone from my life
is the tragedy I cannot bear
This house no longer my home
I just came to see
if you were still here
Why is life so unfair?
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Mish’s Challenge at dVerse Poets Beauty in Ugliness
I am haunted by your words
That lay heavy on my heart
We are only as strong
as the miles between us
Destined to be apart
There is a sense of dislocation
I am an empty vessel
With all the hangover
and none of the buzz
All these things I wrestle
Reflecting on our last night
Sitting in the park by the lake
The color of your eyes
In the moonlight
I melted like a snowflake
I was dancing on air
Until you laid out your plan
You were leaving me
Never to return
I am now a solitary man
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #10 Dancing on Air
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The moon had risen in the black sky
Giving an ethereal luminescence
Silver shimmering ripples on the lake
Magical in its quivering quintessence
The place of myths and legends
Mystery suspended in the cool night air
A white vision stands at water’s edge
A commanding presence with her long hair
The Lady of the Lake a mourning bride
of a soldier murdered by his men
Distraught she threw herself to her death
Forever trapped to roam over and again
Wandering the walls of the Charles Fort
A familiar sight of agonized plight
Grief-stricken for her dead groom
She walks the darkened streets at night
Her trapped spirit forever nocturnal
Appearing to those who can see
The Lady of the Lake is still mourning
Her loss forever burned into history
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
OctPoWriMo – A Poem a Day – October #7
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Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale
I bury my face in your shirt
Smelling your cologne
Still lingering on the fabric
Laundered clean since then
Yet you are there touching my senses
The ritual almost tantric
Coffee brewing in the pot
Kitchen filled with a glorious aroma
Morning smells familiar of you
Fresh baked bread and soft butter
Roses picked fresh from the garden
Sweet and fragrant still covered in dew
If love had a scent
It would bear your name
Your essence is omnipresent
Each room I wander into
Provoking memories of you
But you are now absent
As always lost in my reverie
Dreaming of what we once had
and wondering why it went wrong
Did I become invisible by loving you
And you could no longer see me
Or did you never quite belong
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Gina’s Challenge – Comfort Smell – at D’Verse Poets
I harvest the remnants
of our life once complete
Limiting the time I spend
Reminiscing
As my heart now deplete
My eyes look around
the spartan room
Your things gone
and furniture removed
A feeling of empty gloom
My eyes drawn to the window
Afternoon sun bathing the glade
In a matinee performance
of fantastic color and light
A silent serenade
Missing you, still loving you
Feeling you here
Where life used to exemplify
our love and intimacy
Now fated to disappear
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – October Poem a day
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash
One little lie, two little lies
Three lies, four
This is how it begins
Hard to keep track
Impossible to ignore
Choosing to go down
that slippery slope
There’s no turning back
The choice has been made
Say goodbye to all hope
Infatuation is a welcome guest
But he obscures your vision
With a diaphanous veil
Making you the fool
Of bad decisions
Improvisation attempted
But not availed
You’ve shown your true colors
A relationship is now in ruins
His love cruelly assailed
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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