The range of emotions
Disturbing and alarming
Unforeseen
Out of the blue
Possibly harming
Feelings cut deep
A woeful heart bleeding
Vagrant feelings
Homeless
and needing
A future in suspension
Spirit crying for healing
An empty shell
Cast aside
Forever haunting
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Haunting
Vagrant
Woe
Range
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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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It was virgin snow
almost a sin to walk there
Earth soundproofing and
protecting itself from chaos
Silent and peaceful fresh air
Most birds had flown but
a few mourning doves cooed
The sun was struggling
to make its appearance
Invisible animals searched for food
The stillness of the morning
lifted my spirits high
A feeling of serenity
and at one with nature
as I looked up to the sky
All the information I ever needed
was right in front of me here
The world was alive and beautiful
Unaware yet of my carbon footprint
Singing a hymn of seasonal cheer
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Untrodden
The moon had risen in the black sky
Giving an ethereal luminescence
Silver shimmering ripples on the lake
Magical in its quivering quintessence
The place of myths and legends
Mystery suspended in the cool night air
A white vision stands at water’s edge
A commanding presence with her long hair
The Lady of the Lake a mourning bride
of a soldier murdered by his men
Distraught she threw herself to her death
Forever trapped to roam over and again
Wandering the walls of the Charles Fort
A familiar sight of agonized plight
Grief-stricken for her dead groom
She walks the darkened streets at night
Her trapped spirit forever nocturnal
Appearing to those who can see
The Lady of the Lake is still mourning
Her loss forever burned into history
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
OctPoWriMo – A Poem a Day – October #7
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Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
Observing the arcing whales
from beneath the pretty sails
of this schooner
A desired state
is to be with you
in this love drunken stupor
To be enjoyed and saved
our thoughts are enslaved
locked safely away
Always living in memory
to be revisited often
forgetting not these happy days
I hypnotize you shamefully
you come with me willingly
we are united as one
Mesmerizing and sensuous
making outrageous promises
what a web I have spun
Behaving sinfully
sailing blissfully
towards the horizon
I have you under my spell
I am your sea nymph
your nautical siren
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Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
When I was eight
Things were not so great
Life gave me such a kick
I grew up pretty quick
A child expecting a present
Instead was delivered unpleasant
My parents started fighting
Just the beginning of writing
That was clearly on the wall
Witnessing the nightly brawl
My father was an unhappy man
My mother trying the best she can
The combination explosive
Their relationship corrosive
Living life under cumulus clouds
Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds
I learned to fake
Even though my heart would ache
Every ounce of pain
They delivered without refrain
Hurting each other mercilessly
Only to be regretted remorsefully
Suffering the pain as a mortal
Damage to the psyche immortal
Communication with each other
Was really like no other
I was the chosen intermediary
Carrying their messages diligently
The peacekeeper of the house
Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse
Too clever for my young age
I became the family sage
Learning the art of improvise
Trying to get parents to compromise
It was a huge burden to carry
Acting as their emissary
On the shoulders of someone so young
At eight years old this was no fun
They were unable to make decisions
There were only divisions
A merry go round of hostility
I finally had enough servility
If I had any potential
Then escape was essential
Breaking loose of that scene
When I was eighteen
Christine Bolton
Word Prompts of the day:
The morning star
Still visible in the early sky
A whisper of a breeze stirs the bushes
Releasing a butterfly
Big, lazy drops of rain
Fall dampening my hair
A dog barks in the distance
Under someone’s back stair
A cardinal sits high on a branch
Capturing the essence in his morning song
Squirrels squeak their messages
As if to play along
A plethora of flowers drink the rain
Puddles waiting to evaporate
Sunshine hiding inside clouds
Ready for the drops to dissipate
Raising my arms to the sky
I unfold the origami of my limbs
Stretching, hands open to the universe
And send up my sins
Another new day is here
Another chance for redemption
My thoughts become clear
As I witness the sun’s ascension
Gratitude warms my body
I know I have been blessed
The sun reflects the raindrops
And a rainbow manifests
Christine Bolton
Love is an ocean
That does not stop at the shore
It is fluid and full of motion
Able to ebb and flow and more
It covers and cleanses
It heals and repairs
Exposing natural beauty
It discovers and shares
It embraces and buoys
Those who enter
It carries and at times it drowns
It also gives life in its splendor
It shelters and provides
All who dare to dive in
Nourishes and sustains
Those residing within
To swim in its waters
Throwing caution to the winds
May you experience the ecstasy
As that moment begins
Before being castaway
On a distant shore
Where you learn to swim again
As you did before
Christine Bolton
Down By The Sea
The wind chimes awaken to the stirring of the breeze
The Mockingbird duo swoops down from the trees
A sleepy cat stretches his limbs in an arched frame
The sea laps the shore again and again
The crystals of sand are cool under my feet
A sunny day in Paradise and life is sweet
I walk along the beach as I often do
Taking in the sounds of life and thinking of you
There is beauty in nature all around
And I live in eternal gratitude for what I have found
A hard life lived with a good measure of pain
A constitution to get up and go on again and again
When rewards were out of my reach
I turned to the mighty pen for my soul to teach
Life is a lesson sometimes hard to endure
But perseverance and understanding can settle the score
You were out there struggling just as I
When we happened on each other we breathed a big sigh
Our jagged pieces did eventually fit
Each other’s grooves that had so spectacularly split
Now we are as one living in harmony
In this natural charm down by the sea
Christine Bolton