Category: Love

Wherever You Will Go

Wherever You Will Go

My child
from long before I saw you
I loved you
we were contiguous
connected biologically
and therefore emotionally
 
We will always be connected
No matter where
on this earth we will be
I will feel your joy
and also, your pain
Your blood coursing in my veins
 
The one thing in my life
of which I am proud
giving life to you
So you could
spread your wings
and do amazing things
 
When I am gone
Who will light your shadows?
If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I’ll go wherever you will go
 
 
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poetics and has asked us
to share a song that has brought us to tears, and write a poem
about it. I have chosen a song called "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling. It reminds me of my son when he was a teenager and how, as a parent, I wanted to protect him, always. I cry whenever I hear it. In the last stanza of my poem I have used some words from the song.
Below is the video. I hope you enjoy it.






 
 

Compassion

Compassion

A word proof
of love so deep
that one would scale
a mountain steep
Love of oneself
laid aside
two become one
impossible to divide
 
Bleeding love
Easing another’s pain
Tireless, fearless
Impossible to feign
Shouldering a load
and releasing resentments
Feelings harbored
Reaffirming commitments

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Compassion

Image by M. Maggs from Pixabay

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A Poem for a Child

A Poem for a Child

If the moon did ever
fall from the sky
or the sun remained
hidden from view
 
I would still love you
as sure as your eyes are blue

 
If the stars
disappeared one night
never to return
Or the oceans dried up
 
I would still love you
my little buttercup

 
If the trees caught fire
or the flowers dropped
all their petals and lay
dying in the dirt
 
I would still love you
More than ice cream dessert

 
If the birds
ever stopped flying
and the animals
one day began to sing
 
I would still love you
More than anything

 
If the sand
suddenly melted
Or the rain 
fell sideways one day

I would still love you
Come what may


If I battled an army
for your sheer delight
Or stopped a bullet
at the speed of light
 
I would still love you
You are my one delight

  
If I fought a tiger
Or stepped in front of a train
It would be for you
My precious child
 
I will love you forever
I am completely beguiled

 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
Fall from the Sky

Delight

Battle

May

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From Where I Am Sitting

From Where I Am Sitting

Sitting here
waiting for that one look
Watching you,
adoring you
I am an open book
 
Acknowledgment
of my existence
Is that too much
to expect?
If only you knew
There is no resistance
 
I know you are busy
and your time is limited
But I beg for you to linger
a little longer with me
I will stay riveted
 
I have the perfect anecdote
if you give me a little time
I will show, but
I need your full attention
Just stay and be mine
 
I missed you today
while you were away
I was sad and lonely
Without you I grieved
Hoping everything was okay
 
My love for you is finite
You are all I want and need
I know you love me too, but
forgetting sometimes I am your dog
and I’m a different breed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 17 - NaPoWriMo

Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly
presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could
write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the
perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the
viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as
everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.


Word Prompts:

Lingering

Busy

Anecdote

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Crimson Roses

Crimson Roses


Deep crimson roses
begin to curl and dry
life slowly drains
from their dying stems
with a final sigh
 
Flowers of love
in ribbons of ivory silk
Clutched tightly
Dreaming of eternity
Living on honey and milk
 
A symbol of hope 
Sonnets of love spoken
Honoring a relationship
A commitment made and
a bond never to be broken
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Are We Fools Enough?

This is a collaboration between Charles Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet, and myself. Charles was inspired by one of my Haikus in early January and added his own words to it. The result was a beautifully woven love poem. He said it was as if our words were on a date! Charles is a wonderful poet and shares many of our offerings on his site. Please be sure to check out his beautiful poetry too.

Perhaps someone else’s words will inspire you today.

ARE WE FOOLS ENOUGH?
By Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm

The Soulful 
Look In Your Eyes
As You Stare At Me

Tells Me 
You Can See 
The Fire And Flames
In My Eyes 

And As My Eyes
Are Staring Back
At Yours

I Can Read
The Passion
Your Heart
Wants Me To See

So,
Are We Fools Enough
To Do More Than Stare?

Copyright © 2019 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved
 
In collaboration with Charles Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet

Photo by Ryan Young on Unsplash


Smitten

Smitten


Hopes and fears
Clutched tightly to the chest
Impossible to share
Unless absolutely pressed
 
Glimmers of hope
Sprouting from roots of dreams
Close to the surface
Bursting at the seams
 
Love, the intrepid journey
to an unknown destination
Excitement thrilling
and willing, the captivation
 
Dizzy and giddy
Stars in the eyes
Love is the only answer
The ultimate prize
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Clutch

Sprout

Intrepid

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Everlasting

Everlasting

In the glorious sunset
It is so easy to forget 
The times of trouble
When we were so young
and how far we’ve come
from love’s young couple
 
We fought like cat and dog
Sometimes it was just a slog
Never thinking we’d make it
As poor as church mice
Never having anything nice
Making do with polish and spit
 
Somehow, we survived
Now I feel we have arrived
at our life’s destination
Stronger now than then
Finally knowing it when
it was worth the aggravation
 
Loving you faithfully
Accepting faults gracefully
For us we made it through
Now in the sunset of life
Grateful to still be man and wife
Really, who knew?
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Prompt

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In A Daze

In A Daze

Wandering aimlessly
with no destination
Bumping into walls
Looking for affirmation
Seeing stars falling
Appetite lost
Smitten with infatuation
Fingers are crossed
 
Intimate interaction
with hope of durability
Crossed wires likely
In all probability
One night of passion
Causing one to gulp
Pierced with an arrow
Turning the mind to pulp
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to:
Hélène Vaillant's What do you See Photo Prompt

Word Prompts:

Smitten

Intimate

Durable

Passion

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Head Over Heels

Head Over Heels

Standing on my head
wondering why my feet ache
What is going on?
This is more than I can take
 
What’s up is down
and what’s out is in
Hanging and unbalanced
My head is in a spin
 
Thoughts are confusing
Cannot get oxygen to my brain
Deep breathing impossible
I might be popping a vein
 
I’m a fish out of water
Gasping for air
Learning to adapt
always saying a prayer
 
Since we met
I can’t get you out of my head
A delightful feeling sometimes
but mostly I’m full of dread
 
I’m behaving irrationally
I might be a little mad
Am I lovesick?
Is that really so bad?
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to V.Js. Weekly Challenge - Upside Down

Word Prompts:

Fish

Learn
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