Category: Poem of the Month

Time to Leave – Poem of the Month – August 2020

Time to Leave

Inside a secret sorrow
Sharp stabbing pains
of a bleeding heart
Thoughts jumbled
unable to form words

Feeling drawn
to this spot
The stillness
of the water
was meant soothe

The rambling hills
Clear air to breathe
and sadness to release
But this was not
the place to heal

Raw memories
suffocating
Longing for the ocean
and the salt life
left behind

To stare again
at pewter skies
streaked with tangerine 
Waiting for a setting sun
to take away sadness

To lay in cool sand
As the night comes
Sequined stars
Dotting the sky
Calming the soul

It is time to leave



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Feeling - Word of the Day
Spot -Stream of Conciousness
Stars - RDP
Ramble - FOWC

Sadness – Poem of the Month – September 2020

Sadness

Another day
bleeds into night
as feelings
of despondency 
once more hang
in morbidity
Excitement 
a faded memory
of feelings
long forgotten
Eyes well with tears
as the heart struggles
to find it’s rhythm
Love’s death
a cross too heavy
to bear
and once more
the darkness comes


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Excitement - Word of the Day
Eyes - RDP

After the Storm – Poem of the Month – July 2020

After the Storm

Geography of sands
shifted by the storm
forming a river
through the dunes
Water collected 
in a cerulean bay
of calmness after the rage
Angry winds sweeping
seaweed and driftwood ashore 
Remnants of horseshoe crabs
Laid to rest on a beachy grave
Coffee-colored sea grasses
Pliable and resilient
Standing tall, now waving gently
Resistant to the wind
The ravages
of nature’s anger
Abolished
Long gone
leaving only silence


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

In response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo

Word Prompts

Coffee - Stream of Conciousness 
River - Word of the Day
Cerulean Bay - RDP
Abolish - FOWC




Lost Souls – Poem of the Month – June 2020

Lost Souls

Only the sea
could match the anger
Only wind could
howl with more clangor
Here no one listens
and there’s no one to call
An unheard scream
goes where dead words fall
In the furor of crashing waves
drowning the agony of woes
The significance of their pain
wasted on those no one knows
Flowers waving in sympathy
as they slip to a watery grave
Where lost souls are bound
and not one person can save


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Rooted Deep – Poem of the Month – May 2020

Rooted Deep

Days, weeks, months
of verbal battles
and silences 
Jockeying for post position
in a race of insanity
Who can shout the loudest?
Who will be heard?
Who can inflict
the most pain?
Where is the breaking point?
 
and there it was
 
The finality of action
A divisive statement 
spat like venom from
a snake’s jaws
The words slowly resonating
and the brain processing
 
It was at that darkest moment
we crossed the Delaware
 
Together
 
The coin had dropped
in the slot
The words ceased
and silence prevailed
 
A rainbow appeared
as clarity was found
 
A tumultuous synergy
ingrained in the soul
A dying ember destined
to be the eternal flame
 
Sometimes blinded
and confused
but tethered
by heart strings
A love with roots deep
from another time
Strong
Impenetrable
Everlasting


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting
D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Image by ArtTower from Pixabay 

Flicker Of Hope – Poem of the Month – April 2020

Flicker Of Hope

The hope that is
in my heart
cannot be stolen
or imprisoned
I may lose faith
from time to time
but it is always there
It is who I am
and what defines me
Others can
steal my heart
and my soul
Rob me
of my dignity
and self esteem
Break my spirit
But that flicker
of hope can always
be kindled
It is the eternal flame
that drives me
It cannot be taken
away from me
for I am more
than breath and bone
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for Christine from Brave & Reckless
who prompted us with the phrase "I am more
than breath and bone"

Epiphany – Poem of the Month – March 2020

Epiphany

 
Silent sounds
music
to a wounded soul
 
Pure air
oxygen
to a jumbled brain
 
Birdsong
soothing
to a fractured heart
 
Perception 
enhanced
by the senses 
 
An epiphany
never
to forget

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's weekly
Write/Photo challenge

Daily Word Prompts

Forget - Word of the Day
Animal sounds - Stream of Consciousness
Perception - RDP
Epiphany - FOWC

Tears – Poem of the Month – February 2020

Tears

Salty, stinging tears
filling eyes
Bursting forth
in a cascade
of aesthetic emotion
Cathartically 
flushing
a wounded heart
which lies
in pieces
at your feet

As light enters
the dull, dim
coffin of my mind
and the sobs
of agony subside,
a strange sense
of peace
befalls my being
and I am
again calm
Knowing
It is finished



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts
Aesthetic - RDP
Strange - FOWC
Finished - JusJoJan

Image -Pixabay Margo Deco

Touch – Poem of the Month – January, 2020

Touch

The power of touch
One stroke of a hand
infusing energy
into a worn-down body
Shooting through veins
A much needed
euphoria producing drug
The simplicity
of the act
yielding results
Impossible to gauge
the enormity
of the action
Yet infrequently used
As if too personal
Invading another’s space
When sometimes
the silent cry from within
must be heard 
The humanity of action
to supersede the insanity
of what we have become
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for Sadje's What Do You See
Weekly Photo Challenge

Word of the Day - Gauge

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Monday

Mirrored Dreams – Poem of the Month – December, 2019

Mirrored Dreams

Today I dream
staring at the
mirror lake
I watch as a family
of eider duck
scores the glass surface
The serenity
of movement
in contrast to the
laboring below

Wishing for that
same veneer
of self confidence
While inside
quaking with fright
To project one side
while experiencing
the other
The distinction seemingly
imperceptible 

My eyes look
to the drifting clouds
Where faces are
formed in the
constant motion
Colors changing 
predicting
the inevitability 
of rainfall
ready to release

Continuing my reverie
to the soft green
hillsides where
I imagine the
Purple heather
blanketing the
gentle slopes
dotted with wild
bushes of 
golden gorse

Lost in the beauty
of the scene
Feeling peaceful
The elements
filling me with
inspiration
and hope
As always
I find answers
in my dreams


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent’s write/photo - Glass

Word Prompts
SoCS - Dream
RDP - Imperceptible
WotD - Prediction

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