What cross do I bear? What cruel wretch must I have been in another life? My karma is penance for some evil deeds for which I must be guilty Because I pay the price everyday living with a psychotic vampire sucking life’s blood from my body and oxygen from my brain Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse
The road is uneven hindering progress Slowing my stride I tread carefully not to slip Concentrating on each thought and decisions made What had brought Me here? Again A lesson to be learned What did I miss? Always on this path Going somewhere, nowhere Bent out of shape from missteps and life’s callous punishments I fear I will always walk with a limp Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompt: Callous - FOWC
Listening to
the gentle sound
of water trickling
over rocks
Going in different
directions
Every bump
Every twist
and turn
Slowly
Quickly
Forever changing
its course
as the stones
wear down
with age
Today
the river
smelled of him
Reminding her
of their life
He had taken her
through whitewater
Gasping for air
at every bump
Reaching heights
only to splash
hard on the down
Exhilarating
Backbreaking
Numbing
The bare trees
Now stripped of
their leaves
Naked and alone
Waiting for new
growth
She understood
as she struggled
to maintain
dignity in the
aftermath
of his
raging rapids
She waits
In a holding
pattern
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to:
Sue Vincent's weekly write/photo challenge
In your shadow
I exist
losing myself
long ago
Content to be here
loving you
and being with you
As years go by
I remember me
The vibrancy
How I’d turn heads
when I entered
rooms full with people
Speaking freely
I could spin a story
and amuse
I would attract
with my voice
and laughter
nightly
Excitement!
This is how you
found me
Drawn to me
by a magnetic pull
and here I stayed
with you as
my private audience
Now, no one knows
my name
I am seen
but no one sees me
Sometimes
I feel the strain
Who have I become?
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
OctPowriMo - The prompt today is Who am I?
I actually wrote and posted this poem in the
summer. I am rebloggong it as it fits today's
prompt perfectly.
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Purple has become
the new color of my heart
Once red with passion
now bruised with your blues
A splattered abstract art
The combination of colors
is resulting in a different hue
The mix is not compatible
and a coalescence will not form
into a heart that will remain true
A perfect blending of shades
would bring harmony to the soul
Balancing the energy
Repairing the heart
Before it becomes as black as coal
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts
OctPoWriMo - Purple
MLMM - Saturday Mix - Personification
What is missing inside of me
that refuses to believe
I am worth more?
That this treatment
I have received
is acceptable?
Instead of being taken
to the top of the mountain
I was left to rot in a ditch
Declarations of love
Duplicitous, dishonorable
yet believable
Now I am a warrior
fighting for her life
with amputated limbs
My heart in need of healing
Doubting and doubtful
Scarred with cynicism
Why do I fear abandonment
by someone capable
of delivering cruelty?
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Missing - RDP
Duplicate (Duplicitous) - FOWC
Doubtful - Daily Addictions
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Was I really flirting
with danger?
Should I have just let
things slide?
Eventually my cynicism
would have won that battle
Why had I even tried?
Impossible to communicate
with you anymore
but we needed to have
that one important talk
You lash out as always
Don’t shoot the messenger
You have already crippled me
and I can no longer walk
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Flirt - WotD
Eventually - RDP
Cynicism - FOWC
Slide - Daily Addictions
Don't Shoot the Messenger - MLMM
(Mad about the Metaphor)
Appreciating
that solitary moment
when quietness encircles
your body
like a warm blanket
of comfort
A feeling of peace
and tranquility
to soothe
the weary soul
Kindness
Gentleness
Patience
Peace
Living in harmony
In an ephemeral
existence
inside your being
and taunted by
desires and emotions
With clarity of mind
the fruits of the spirit
stare back, challenging
Wild feelings alive
yet to be harnessed
Self-control and mastery
necessary
without which
all others
will be swept away
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Solitary - WotD
Ephemeral - RDP
Alive FOWC
How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before
Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness
That I may hear the earth’s hush
Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed
Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Write/Photo - Small
D'Verse Poets Open Link Night
Word Prompt
Safe
If the sky cracked open
and I was swallowed up
Would you miss me?
If the moon one night
refused to shine its light
Could you still see me?
If the coast was swallowed
by an angry ocean’s rage
would you care?
If all the fabled stories
of Aesop were burned
Would that be fair?
If one day I floated
away like a balloon
Would run after me?
If the sun ever fell
From the sky
Would you let it be?
If the venturesome
Lost their nerve
What would occur?
Would it be natural
to give up?
If that’s what they’d prefer
If we had all the answers
To hypothetical questions
What would that indicate?
That we care enough
to ponder, what if?
and persistently formulate
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to the following prompts:
Hélène Vaillant's Photo Prompt What Do You See
National Poetry Writing Month
And now, for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to
challenge you to write a poem of the possible. What does
that mean? Well, take a look at these poems by Raena Shirali
and Rachel Mennies. Both poems are squarely focused
not on what has happened, or what will happen, but on
what might happen if the conditions are right. Today, write
a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds
and coulds and shoulds of the world.
Word Prompts:
Fab or variations
Venturesome
Coast
Natural
Personification in Writing
