Category: Pain

Who Are You?

Who Are You?

What happened to you?
Spouting allegations
I recognize you no more
You are a strange aberration
Like a two headed monster
With whom am I dealing
An anomaly of a man 
Who can leave me reeling
 
Unable to collect myself
when you turn on a dime
My feelings muddled
Being slow is now a crime
Confidence has been lost
I bounce off your arrogance
Spinning and confused
I doubt my relevance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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

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Whipping Post

Whipping Post

Tie me to that whipping post
yet one more time
It has become your obsession
to punish what you see as a crime
 
My expression does not please
the sound of my voice must grate
It is anything, something, nothing
that awakens your hate
 
Sideswiped without warning
I am at the mercy of your mood
which appears suddenly, no warning
and then begins the feud
 
Always tempted to fight back
Before reflecting on the cause
I have first to protect myself
from your menacing claws
 
No time to prepare for what transpires
Buried in the avalanche of your emotion
My eyes and mouth open in surprise
The air as cold as the Arctic ocean
 
It’s always about you, no thought for me
Escalating tension, words never to return
No winner declared as usual
The situation is now of grave concern


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Word Prompts:

Tempt

Reflect

Broken Promises

Broken Promises

Following every word of love spoken
Savoring each syllable and sentence
Little did I know my heart would be broken
and you would show no repentance  
 
We lay in splendor of verdant grass
In the beauty of a pastoral idyll
My world to shatter like crystal glass
When in my head all things were bridal 
 
Believing all the things you said
I let you take from me what was priceless
Am I such a fool so easily led?
Yes, and I find myself voiceless 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

84 words

In response to Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
Idyll - 84 Words
 
Verdant

Following

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Green

Green

Breathe in, breathe out
you’ll be okay
Keep walking forward
 
There is not much to say
It couldn’t have been
any more awkward
 
Yes, I am young
Inexperienced in love
and still quite green
 
But who could have known?
that he was a man with a wife
and she caused a terrible scene 
 
She called me names
that I know I am not
while he stood there silent
 
Speechless and hurt
I was very afraid
she would get violent
 
He did nothing to help
Letting me take her barrage
He was the one to blame
 
I left in tears, my heart broken
He, a liar, a cheat, a seducer
Yet I am the one bearing shame
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.Js Weekly Challenge - Green

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie First Line Friday
"Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll be okay"

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Penance

Penance

lightly dust
the surface
of my skin
with remnants
from the
bottom of
the rusty tin
 
may it irritate
and burn
so I might feel
some of the
hurt that does
not heal
 
scratch me
and scar me
with welts bloodied
reminders
remaining
of love sullied
 
patterns intricately
woven in cries
of pain
virtual reminders
of love that left
but a stain
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Lightly - SoCS Begin with an adverb

Virtual

Patterns

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Crosshairs

Crosshairs

I am innocent, yet
you raise your eyebrows
and shake your head
I saw you pull a face
thinking I didn’t notice
It’s what you do
never what I said
 
I am in the crosshairs
Second time this week
I looked the wrong way
or maybe said something
you didn’t want to hear
You are bad-tempered
and one of us will pay
 
Always an excuse
to justify your mood
it’s this or it’s that
How convenient! 
What is obvious
as always
it will end in a spat
 
Innocent but guilty
I never look for a fight
Yet I get to bounce
off your personality
zig zagging like a pinball
until I am dizzy
and then I’m trounced
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Obvious

Eyebrows

Crosshairs

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The Neutral Zone

The Neutral Zone

There was a sadness
enveloping her
that could not be shaken
She knew why
and could not share
for it would be mistaken
 
It was always there
just below the surface
A pool of emotions
One comment delivered
the wrong way
could spark an explosion
 
The neutral zone
in a divided family
The burden heavier by the day
Allowing others their comfort
While hers was ignored
Gnawing and clawing away 
 
Suspended in limbo
Going neither this way or that
Appeasing each side
Tears shed only in private
Good for everyone, when
her feelings she’d hide
 
Not having a solution
for the awful predicament 
She let it ride
One day someone
would notice
how hard she tried
 
An inability to be forthright 
with the parties involved
Her plight repressive
Fearful to alienate
those she loved
Her symptoms now depressive
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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

Word Prompt:

Forthright

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Monochrome – Poem of the Month – May 2019

Monochrome

Light filtering through
the gauze-like sky
Silvery white
against the black of trees
The water calm
on the surface of the lake
Mist clearing too slowly
in the cool of the breeze
 
The drilling of an early
morning woodpecker
In the distance
was the only sound
Surroundings reflective
of what is most times bleak
A monochrome life
where happiness drowned
 
Living in grey tones
of black mixed with white
No clear definition
or so it seems
Waiting in shadows
where the sun never shines
No smiling faces
Or technicolor dreams
 
Is it safer here?
Where regret
Does not call
And one just exists
Does the barometric pressure
Suppress all hope
Suffocating wishes
In some ironic twist?
 
Closeted in darkness
Innocuous to influences
of disappointment
Where pain cannot reach
Will that light under a bushel
Ever burn so bright?
Lighting the way 
To an inevitable breach

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo
Challenge - Monchrome 

Paula's Thursday Inspiration - Shadows

D’Verse Poets Open Link Night



Crying – Micro Poetry

Crying

She wept
and the sky cried with her


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 30 - NaPoWriMo

And last but not least, now for our final prompt for this year!
I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that?
Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to
tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or
emotion. Haiku are probably the most familiar and traditional
form of minimalist poetry, but there are plenty of very short
poems out there that do not use the haiku form. There’s even
an extreme style of minimalism in the form of one-word and
other “highly compressed” poems. You don’t have to go that far.

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Monotony

Monotony

Lackluster days
and insignificant nights
A respite from monotony
In the disconsolate lights
 
No rest for the wicked
another dismal chore
never a variance
identical to the one before
 
Expecting the worse
Hoping for the best
No exception to this rule
You can guess the rest
 
A lonely pointless life
Sad as sad can be
Trapped on the hamster wheel
Running, running to be free
 
Finding no way out
of a miserable existence
Walking barefoot
on this path of passive resistance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lackluster

Identical

Respite

'Xp' - Expecting

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