Category: Loss

Mementos

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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

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Yearning

		

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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

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End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

		

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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

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When

		

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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





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Last Call

		

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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
 
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A Mama’s Gift

		

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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


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Water Music

		

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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?


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Rewind

		

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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


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Lest We Forget

		

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Lest We Forget


As I look from the train

at the rolling countryside

I see a highway of crosses

Stark white against green

A remembrance of losses


Mile after mile of heartache

In peaceful Normandy

Graves of courageous soldiers

Laid to rest with poppy wreaths

The weight of nations on their shoulders


Lives relinquished

in fierce battles

For the right of freedom

Brave men who fought valiantly

Facing the murdering demon


A feeling of numbness

and a deep sense of melancholy

Reflecting on the waste

of thousands of lives

Realizing this was a just foretaste


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge


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Eviction

		

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Eviction


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


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