Category: Loss

First Love

First Love


We have always been together
Since you were a little girl
and I was just a sapling
 
You shared your deepest secrets
and cried underneath my boughs
I was here when you were grappling
 
I loved you and protected you
and I watched you grow into
a beautiful young woman
 
To let go of you now
when you need me the most
would be inhuman
 
Tell me what troubles you my child?
Has someone broken your dear heart?
Why are you weeping?
 
You finally calm your mind
and look at me with big teary eyes
and tell me your heart is leaping
 
You are not feeling sad
Quite the opposite, you say
Your heart is full to bursting
 
You have fallen in love
with someone so special
and he has asked for your hand
 
You are going to move away
Leaving me alone without you
It has already been planned
 
Now my heart feels broken
My sap begins to seep
I will be alone in this meadow
 
You hug me one last time
Promising to return one day
and I just weep like a willow
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Reena's picture prompt

Reena's Weekly Challenge 72 - What do you see?

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

Fight to the Death

Fight to the Death

 
You were brave and strong
Valiant and proud
I loved you deeply
To you I was avowed
You fought for my heart
and lost your life
You gave everything
To take me as your wife
 
My life without purpose
Now you have departed
I wander aimlessly
Living broken hearted
I leave this rose
to honor your emotion
The price you paid
The ultimate devotion
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge - Honour

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Mementos

Mementos


They are saved in a box
Hidden from view
They come out now and again
when I am feeling blue
Your letters from long ago
and photographs of old
each has a memory
and a story to be told
 
Promise of something
Hopes for everything
Goals to accomplish
Maybe a wedding ring
But our love was too weak
and you began to stray
Influenced by an enmity
I knew you wouldn’t stay
 
Jealousy and loathing
Slowly everything was destroyed
Disharmony and resentment
The end we could no longer avoid
The letters and photos
Just mementos of a time gone by
Forgotten and ignored
They no longer gratify
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:
 
Accomplish

Letter

Photograph

Enmity

Photo by Tamara Menzi on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

Yearning

Yearning

I saw you slowly changing
From the man you used to be
The partner in my life
Now void of clemency
You no longer took prisoners
When you went to war
Trampled on the underdog
To settle any score
 
I invented excuses
To explain your attitude
Your combative personality
Could dampen any mood
It was a riddle to most
What happened in your head
A human conundrum
No one could ever be your stead
 
I pine for you my lover
Who held my heart near
Never hurting my feelings
Or giving me fear
I yearn for your homecoming
To the place you are treasured
Held safe and loved
I fear you have perished

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Riddle

Homecoming and Partner

Underdog

Clemency

Invent

Photo Credit http://paola-chaaya-151131-unsplash.jpg

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

End


Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face paralyzed in hardness
 
In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb
 
I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection
 
I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete
 
Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew
 
Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell
 
They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate
 
I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Oath

Detrimental

Corpulent

Photo by Pop & Zebra on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com


	    

When

When


She longed for the halcyon days
When he would drape her in love
When the sun would smile on them
Kissing their skin
When the birds would sing their song
and the flowers dance
When they would find shade
under the Royal Poinciana
and watch the parade
of soldiers marching
 
She longed for the halcyon days
before he left her
alone and bereft
When she thought she could
cry no more tears
When her heart became empty
Fragile and brittle as bone
A woman broken
From the loss of someone
Taken from this life too soon
 
She longed for the halcyon days
Before the war
The one nobody understood 
Why they were even there
So long ago now
But time did not heal her wounds
She still ached for him
and what might have been
A life lost forever 
A love that still endures

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Royal

Parade

Halcyon

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Last Call

Last Call


He promised to call her
at half past ten
If only he had known
She wouldn’t be there then
 
The traffic was a jam
Roads had not been cleared
He was getting anxious
But the familiar box appeared
 
He trudged through the snow
Coins in his hand
Anxious to hear her voice
They would talk as planned
 
His call was answered quickly
but the voice unfamiliar
He couldn’t understand
It was most peculiar
 
I’m sorry sir, the voice said
There is nothing to discuss
The lady in question 
Is no longer with us
 
What? he said, not understanding
The voice was forewarning
But she’s expecting my call
Sir, she died this morning
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Willow Poetry Photo Prompt - What do you See?



Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

A Mama’s Gift

A Mama’s Gift

Your essence lingers
With the feel of your silk robe
As if you were still there

I would play dress up
Like any child
Pretending I had your flair

Wearing your high heels
Make up and jewelry
I became a miniature you

Exulted by your delight
Of my performance
Giving me credit for my debut

Lavender sachets
remind me of you
Placed in the drawers of the chest

Little touches of sweetness
Teaching me to care
These memories are the best

Letting me run free and discover
Or baking cakes with you
Wiping away my tears of chagrin

Always there to comfort
Being a proud Mama on sports day
Watching me give it my all to win

Still to this day
You comfort and soothe me
Memories of your fragrances left

Like beautiful music
My senses are touched
Forgetting I am bereft

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Ma” – as or in another word

Exult

Credit

Chagrin

Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

Water Music

Water Music

Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin

He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band

She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed

Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

 

Rewind

Rewind

I am listless

Thinking of the past

Another day of what ifs

How long will this last

 

So dependent on you

For my complete happiness

Now living in this world

Of utter ghastliness

 

Like a slow-mo video

Of my life once perfect

Lost and gone forever

All that is left is to reflect

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts

Listless

Past

Video

Dependent

Photo by Davide Pietralunga on Unsplash

Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com

%d bloggers like this: