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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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
I pull the faded recipe card from the tin stored in its usual place in the pantry It is old now and dog-eared The handwritten words Faded over time No need to read it Having made this twice a year Every year since forever Over time adjustments made A little more of this And maybe a little less of that Sensing the amounts without measure needed Layers of love and the essence of you folded in and stirred The smell of it cooking and the taste evoking precious memories of years gone by Lovingly made for you This became your favorite dish from a little boy to a grown man Even when you moved away with your family for seven years you would ask me to make it and bring it to you for the holidays It is food comforting the both of us Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Sarah from Sarahsouthwest hosted Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with 'Food' Word Prompt Essence - FOWC