There are two sides to a mirror The side you choose holds magic confirming your narcissistic nature Which loves what it sees My side is blank It’s only purpose to reflect your image out to the world I am unseen, living in your shadow Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse and the prompt is ‘Mirror’
It didn’t matter how brilliantly the sun was shining on this day The passing laughter of children would go unheard Encouragement of well-wishers received with a fake smile Grudgingly acknowledged with a mumbled word of thanks That faint darkness on the horizon holding its position Always present to dash hopes and leave unfulfilled dreams Until it was gone there would be no joy For now it had control and ruled supreme Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse
When you left me the earth stood still The wind held its breath and trees stood silent A melon ball sun refused to smile and the sky cried no tears Feeling my pain it held me until I could release a gasp of disbelief Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De provided tonight’s Quadrille prompt at D’Verse, and it is the word “Gasp”. Sanaa will be hosting and reading our submissions. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title.
When you cheated on her you cheated on me too Catching you red-handed the shock on your face priceless My eight-year-old brain struggled Manipulation and bribery A new toy for my silence Will you tell or can you keep a secret? you asked of me I was a kid, I was confused Left to my own devices Struggling with what I witnessed And the silence asked of me I did my best until I didn’t I gave away your secret father, To mother Not to sting But for both of you, to face the truth And then the fiery gates of hell opened consuming us all Living in the middle begging you both to stop fighting tooth and nail I was unseen and unheard But used as the conduit relaying your messages Breaking your icy silence For years I carried that pain Still hurting today How you both used me to fight your battles Scarred for every relationship Trying to fix your problems in my own marriages But I forgive you Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved It's Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
I am excited to share that I have two poems included in the new Anthology of Poetry called Hidden in Childhood edited by Gabriela Marie Milton. It is available for purchase now on Amazon. Below I am sharing the first poem Case Closed.
You carry melancholy in a suitcase full of hope It is a familiar travel companion Hope may find joy but ultimately it leaves you Knowing deep in your soul pessimism rules In abandoned dreams from long ago is where you find yourself The trust in parents to protect and love Your well-being discarded Forgotten While their emotional wars are waged relentlessly You, played like a pawn Their flawed wisdom damaging all Misguided by upbringing You are what you are taught A product of the toxic environment in which you live You surrendered everything for love and it played on your vulnerability for happiness The suitcase remains closed like your heart Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Image by ArtTower from Pixabay
Being closed off and aloof it is impossible for anyone to break through the deafening silence Your cold, frigid heart will likely never thaw What will it take to reach you once more Or will you forever be the ice man Frozen in time Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets. She has promoted us to write a quadrille (a poem of no more than 44 words) using any form of the word Ice
When you look at me you do not see me anymore If you did then you would know The light in my eyes left long ago A fake smile is all that remains Sharp-spoken words became daggers piercing a heart once full of love Now hardened from neglect Closed off in loneliness It beats still but who is there to care Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word Prompt Sharp - RDP Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay
I am dead Inside a heart beats Tears fill tired eyes Blood runs through veins A pulse can be felt Yet I feel nothing Robbed of joy Pleasure denied Happiness stolen I am an empty shell A shadow of my former self Invisible and I know who killed me Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lillian is hosting Poetics at D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with a list of movies that have won a Razzie for the worst film. From the list she provided I chose a 2007 movie called 'I Know Who Killed Me'
He never listened. Oh, he heard, but was incapable of listening to her.
In the beginning she loved his intelligence and sweetness. There was something deliciously romantic about his thoughtful gestures. He cast a spell on her, capturing her in his jeweled web. Making sure she was good and stuck in place. She could neither come nor go. The quirkiness of his personality once refreshing and keeping her always on her toes, now suffocating. Trapped by his weirdness that quickly lost its appeal. Squeezing the breath from her lungs and energy from her body.
What she mistakenly took for romance was actually a predator luring his prey. Now his web constricts and chokes her until she is no more. To her, death is quite romantic. She speaks no more but he didn’t listen to her anyway. If he couldn’t have her, then nobody would.
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse. He has prompted us with a line from Bob Dylan’s Desolation Row to be included in our piece of flash fiction to be no more than 144 words. ”To her, death is quite romantic”