Category: Questioning

Who Am I?

Who Am I? 

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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Colors of the Heart

Colors of the Heart

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

	    

Questions

Questions

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

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Why?

Why?

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)

Harnessing Emotions

Harnessing Emotions

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

Poem of the Month – July 2019 – Small

Small

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

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What If?

What If?

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

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Unity

Unity

Why do we walk
on different paths
in a world of sameness?
 
Choosing to separate
By culture and creed
Excusing it is shameless
 
Visibly different, but
skin and bone equal
Colors result of geography
 
Shapes and sizes
varying, and
down to demography
 
Heartbeat rhythms
And eyes that cry
Bones that will break
 
The differences minor
When all said and done
We all feel the ache
 
Blood the same color
Pumping and
yet unknown
 
Running through
Each other’s veins
A comfort zone
 
Color blindness
Should be our
only disability
 
A wedge driven
Between the cultures 
causing global volatility 
 
Embracing differences
Seeing the other side
Brings togetherness
 
Why do we walk
on different paths
in a world of sameness?
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for National Poetry Writing Month
April 2019 NaPoWriMo - Day 2
Today's Prompt - Questioning Poetry


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Disconnection

Disconnection

Passion reaching a dizzying height
Stars bursting in the sultry night
Two entwined bodies
glistening with sweat
Each one breathlessly spent
 
Slipping back into the forgotten gown
The temperature starting to come down
Escaping into the darkness of night
Hoping to forget all
By morning’s first light
 
He had excited her like no one before
Carrying her gently across the floor
Thrilling her with each caress
Murmuring softly
Easing her body from that dress
 
Reluctant to leave, her feet made of clay
Never had she felt this way
The connection she felt was strong
She watched him sleeping
Deep down knowing it would be wrong
 
At the door with one final glance
Did she dare take a chance? 
Fly away now
Best to be gone
After all, he is just another John
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Open Link Night hosed tonight by Grace

Word Prompts:

Passion

Temperature

Philanderer

Philanderer

He welcomed her at the door
with his engaging smile
He had poured her favorite drink
Copious petals were strewn
across the floor
A carpet of red and pink
 
An intoxicating fragrance
and soft music playing
Was this too extreme?
The aroma of cooking
A romantic table set for two
Was doing much for her esteem
 
She immersed herself
into the bath he had drawn
The water was soothing
and feeling therapeutic
The candles flickered
Sensual oil calming
 
As she lay soaking
Pondering the events so far
She had developed a theory
Although charming he was slick
The intentions clearly devious
His actions definitely leery


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Immerse

Extreme

Copious

Theory

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