I stare at the paper
The type as black
as my heart
Bold as my actions
I see my name and your name
but my eyes refuse to go further
The rest is a blurred mangle
of words and emotions
that delivered this decree
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved
De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and she has prompted us with the word ‘Type’
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title
Wrap me gently in your arms Care that my sadness brings tears Softly murmur words of comfort To soothe my heart’s greatest fears Play soft music to still my mind Calming body and soul Bring me tea of peppermint This day’s taken its toll Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us with the word ”Wrap” A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title. Image Gordon Johnson from Pixabay
With nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company I sit in silence Tendrils of light are streaming through the trees, captivating my imagination and inspiring my muse Losing myself in wonder I allow these moments to dream, ignoring what I think must be done When still, I understand the process Nature is drawing me back balancing my weary mind reminding me to breathe deep and to cease the constant motion if only for moments That I might repair body and soul Without which I am of little use Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse
Broken like the wing of an injured bird Broken is the silence of words never heard Broken like branches of a tree slowly bent and withered Crippled by the performance You so cruelly delivered Feeling shattered and broken in a thousand parts It is the sliver of glass that is optimism in my heart A heart left in pieces after you rendered your speech You have exited my world and you are now out of reach I struggle to sweep away the fragments of a dream Scattered in explosion A world of hope to redeem Broken is my spirit at the end of this line Broken is this heart You took what was mine Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight. I wrote this poem about four years ago.
This field of dreams lies barren
but for the dandelions that thrive
Patchy grass and dry dirt ensure
trespassers will not tread the fallow soil
For now it rests uncultivated
and the weeds teach resilience
Needing little care to show their beauty
The color of sunshine they lie en masse
A carpet of yellow, brightening a landscape
devoid of visual beauty
Flourishing without attention
Tough and hardy
Beauty in its persistence and perseverance
When ready, this land will again be sown
with hope and aspirations
Its strength in its dormant roots
that lie still, waiting, refusing to die
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All Rights Reserved
Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse tonight
Mish hosted D'Verse Poetics on Tuesday and featured art by Vika Muse.
An artist from Ukraine.
She wanted us to choose one of her works to inspire a poem.
I chose this beautiful one of dandelions. I was too late for Tuesday's
prompt so am sharing tonight on OLN.
This is Vika's description of her painting: "“Stop War” (“The Dandelion Field’)
This artwork was finished on the day before the war started. It was my
last peaceful day. The last day of my perfect life."
I hope my poem has captured her county's plight
You can see more of Vika's work on her Instagram or here.
Bare trees of March stand spindly against the backdrop of a darkened sky Lazy daffodils laden with hopes of Spring trip over themselves waiting for daylight to show them the way A pale moon reflects its light on still water sending a calmness into the crisp night air Lone hooting owl breaks the night’s silence A reminder that Nature never sleeps Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets Word Promps March - RDP Water - FOWC Trip - Stream of Consciousness
Footprints stolen by the sea Voices drowned by gulls Words carried away in protest on salty winds The beach keeps its secrets of ghosts from the past Sweeping away remnants of life and love without a trace until there’s nothing left but pristine sand Although here among the driftwood and starfish, your essence lingers still Your presence is felt, always Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sarah from Sarahsouthwest is hosting Tuesday night at D'Verse and she has prompted us with Lost Valentines "lost loves, your broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that failed to sprout." This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago Image by Christina1966 from Pixabay
A gentle touch as if a feather slowly stroking skin Sending an uncontrollable shiver down the spine Dark eyes holding a gaze longer than is comfortable Alluring, anticipating Powerful, charismatic The mating dance of two exotic birds? Is the performance enough? Maybe, maybe not Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Merril is hosting at D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us to write a Quadrille incorporating the word 'Shiver' A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title Photo - Pixabay
Although feeling dutiful I bear no responsibility for your life, your happiness, your faults I cannot heal you with my kindness My blunted wire cutters useless against the barbed wire of a venomous man-child A pit bull on a pant leg Shaking life from me Gnawing away at my compliant being until reality is distorted and blurred Unrecognizable Wanting to believe in love I have scraped away at the bottom of the well Hearing the dull, empty sound of nothing Doing what I need to do I declare I am strong I am willful I will not shrink or break I will explore and expand away from you who depletes my energy and poisons my heart with toxins A Phoenix rising from her own ashes of death The rebirthing of a soul in spiritual enlightenment I am free Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Image Pixabay
I am wild and not like you I am not elusive or rare but omnipresent To be found everywhere you look, if only you would really see me In the grass and between the cracks in the pathway of your life Overlooked and annoying I grow where no one expects me to flourish, because I can Pretty and yellow, like the sun Strong and resilient Multiplying in numbers and sometimes overwhelming My appearance not always welcome Yet, when noticed I am pleasing to the eye for my brightness but do not always belong in another’s vision of beauty If left alone, my life cycle would ultimately give pleasure in its transformation To be plucked and played with Soft lips gently blowing on my lightness Sending me in a million directions Giving joy with my ability to fly and granting wishes to those who would ask, allowing me to entertain for just brief moments before being born again and try once more for happiness Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting D'Verse poets and has prompted us with Conceit poetry. Conceit being a grand metaphor for life. An elaborate, improbable comparison between two very unlike things to create an imaginative connection between them.
