Category: Poem of the Month

Drowning – Poem of the Month – April 2019

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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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Time of the Season – Poem of the Month – March 2019

		

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Time of the Season





The scent of orange blossoms
filling the air
The trees’ bloated fruit
already dropping to the ground
The beginning meets
the end of the circle
and Nature’s beauty is crowned
 
The bald eagle sits high
atop the pine
Surveying the landscape
for his prey
Butterflies fluttering
Searching for the sweet nectar
Lizards scampering away
 
A tropical paradise
thriving on sunshine
Rain an infrequent visitor
at this time of year
Exotic birds, colorful, 
Long legged and awkward
with no apparent fear
 
An alligator basking
on the bank of the lake
A roseate spoonbill
at his side
Neither caring
about the other
In harmony they bide
 
 
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Haunting – Poem of the Month – February 2019

		

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Haunting





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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End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

		

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End






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

 
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Word Prompts:

Oath

Detrimental

Corpulent

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Virgin Snow – Poem of the Month – December 2018

		

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Virgin Snow


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:


Hymn


Unaware


Contrast


Information


In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Untrodden


 


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Lady of the Lake – Poem of the Month – November 2018

		

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Lady of the Lake


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


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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018

		

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Autumn


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:


Obsequious


Illuminate


Bottle


Dedicate


Panoply


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Siren – Poem of the Month – September 2018

		

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Siren


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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Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018

		

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Eight


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:


Potential


Clouds


Immortal


Present


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Redemption – Poem of the Month – July 2018

		

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Redemption


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


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