Category: Pain

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


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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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Sucker Punch

Sucker Punch

Sentences are clipped
and displeasure apparent
Words becoming terse,
sharp and cutting 
Behavior aberrant
 
A blindside occurs
Sudden and intense
Innocent party
reeling from verbiage
Scrambling for defense 
 
A foray is unwise
with no gift of fortitude
Holding breath, closing eyes
praying for silence
until furor subdued
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Foray

Fort (itude)

Terse

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Unfiltered Thoughts

Unfiltered Thoughts

Innermost thoughts
Without filter
Free to flow
Wherever they may
Maddened and irascible
They come and go
 
Hungry for an outlet
to spread through the air
Finding a place to settle
Reaching out to anyone
or anything 
With the sting a nettle
 
Cantankerous
Slicing like a knife
Rousing screams
Heard above tree tops
Gratifying and satisfying
Fostering dreams
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

April is National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo

Day 9 prompt is:
Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage in another
kind of cross-cultural exercise, as it is inspired by the work of
Sei Shōnagon, a Japanese writer who lived more than 1000 years ago.
She wrote a journal that came to be known as The Pillow Book.
She recorded daily observations, court gossip, poems,
aphorisms, and musings, including lists with titles like “Things That
Have Lost Their Power,” “Adorable Things,” and “Things That Make
Your Heart Beat Faster.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own
Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you
to decide! Some of her writing


In some of her writing she could be quite caustic and offensive
with her thoughts.  I chose this dark side as my muse today.

Today's Word Prompts:

Tops
Hungry
Cantankerous

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Drowning – Poem of the Month – April 2019

Drowning


Like a thief in the night
Stealing my fragility
My heart still weak
in its recovery
Destroying my stability
 
Empty promises
and broken dreams
Snatching my soul
Silently unravelling
my life at the seams
 
Kindness disguised
A wolf in sheep’s clothes 
Preying on vulnerability
Inserting yourself into my life
Collecting my woes
 
I have become your possession
With no voice of my own
You manipulate my actions
and my every thought 
All I want is to stand alone
 
Release me, I beg
From this obsessive control
Suffocating in your oppression
I can no longer breathe
Slowly drowning in this black hole
 
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Release

Thief

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Powerless

Powerless


Will your cold heart 
ever begin to thaw?
Will it ever stop seeing
what had gone before?
 
Powerless and
Frozen in time
Robbed of dignity
A heinous crime 
 
Retribution or retaliation
an impossible task
Lady justice 
She wears the mask
 
The ghosts from your past
Still hidden from view
Never knowing, just guessing
What you went through
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Justice

Thaw

Power


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