Category: Poem of the Month

Poem of the Month – December

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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Poem of the Month – November

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

Photo by Luke Marshall on Unsplash

Prompted by a Tragic Irish Ghost Story The White Lady of Kinsale

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Poem of the Month – October

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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Poem of the Month – September

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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Poem of the Month – August

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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Poem of the Month – July

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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Poem of the Month – June

Love is an Ocean

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

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Poem of the Month – May

Down by the Sea

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

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Poem of the Month – April

Paradise

Like a precocious lover
You are drawn In
By its beauty
You are hypnotized
By the power and elegance
Of this place
Which is a metaphor of your life
It is your hopes and dreams
What you live for
It is your desire
To be happy and in love
In this beautiful place but is not to be
Because this lover will
Squash you and stomp on you
It will leave you breathless
And gasping for air before it moves on
To its next love
You are insignificant
In paradise

Christine Bolton

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Poem of the Month – March

Monotony, Same thing over again

Again

I have been here before
This place, this time
It feels the same
My heart feels the same
The date is the same
The year is different
What does it matter
The traditions of this day
Cause more pain and
More questions than necessary
I fall victim to this celebratory
Time again and again
It means nothing to me anymore
Once it was the hope
The expectation
Of things to come
Now it is a chore
A day to be spent alone again
Every year for whatever reason
It is inconsequential
It is underwhelming
It is dull
Next year I will disappear
From time and space
So I do not have to answer
Those inevitable questions

Christine Bolton

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