In the lonely hours consumed with the things I cannot control I drown in the sadness of my life My decisions, right at the time are haunting and daunting Fearing no escape from the gate-less prison of my choices Guilt overwhelms as duty reigns supreme When all seems lost a caring person breaks the spell on a mind paralyzed with fear The words, so simple but clarifying and freeing Just walk away Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
No road is straight and no hill is too steep
We walk a crooked mile every day
and climb obstacles only to be pushed back down
We stumble and trip, fall and rise
The fabric of our lives becomes worn and threadbare
We patch and repair making sure it stays strong
and sometimes even replace it in order to start again
in a new place and a new time
The arduous journey is never lost or forgotten
It is who we are and we are destined to follow a path forward
Sometimes we take a wrong turn and feel hopeless
but along the way we take the silver threads from our clouds
and weave them into the tapestry of our lives
Their light a gleaming reminder of how far we have come
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Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets
I walked that I might breathe Each inhalation pushing the oxygen Up to my brain until my head cleared and normalcy returned Every step taking me further away from the source of my discontent I absorbed the surroundings Following the bend in the river A gentle susurrus shook The weeping willow blossoms Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline as dusk staked its claim on the day From the corner of my eye a scintilla of light flashed to the left, then the right Fireflies shining in the twilight Glowing on and off Teasing the viewer tempted to catch them It was then I knew I had found my querencia My safe place of peace Where my equilibrium could return Stopping to wonder at the light show I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem. I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia. You will find their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.
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
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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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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