The Day The World Turned Grey

The color drained from my faceAs my body felt the first arrowAimed at my deep red heartOn targetPiercing the warm fleshDeep into its throbbing pulseBullseye was the wordThat fell from your lipsTriumphant in your accuracyFist-thumping the airYour wicked soul plannedAnd executed my downfallOnly another’s pain could please youAs you salivated your so-called victoryTaking down yourContinue reading “The Day The World Turned Grey”

Swimming With a Hook in my Mouth – Poem of the Month – January 2023

Swimming With a Hook in my Mouth In this prison I am not alone There is food and warmth A security the body craves but a nourishment unable to feed the mind Here in your jail my soul possessed Cramped in a cell, my words stifled Expectations to meet A schedule to follow Duties toContinue reading “Swimming With a Hook in my Mouth – Poem of the Month – January 2023”

The Air That I Breathe

The Air That I Breathe Breathing tentatively taking in air slowly Allowing oxygen to travel to the brain Steadying, remembering Words form on quivering lips and the sound of a shaky voice fills the dark and vacant room Coming slowly at first but as air is taken deep into lungs The monochrome space becomes technicolorContinue reading “The Air That I Breathe”

Into the Wallpaper

Into the Wallpaper When did it happen? I do not recallThrilled at how intertwined our liveshad become in the short timewe had been togetherThinking of myself less and lessPutting you always front and centerIt made me happy to do things for youand you basked in the sunshine of my givingOne day I realized I noContinue reading “Into the Wallpaper”

Animal Instincts

Animal Instincts Your presence noticeableWith looks and charmEngaging those around you, but,you know that I know who you really areIgnoring my icy stare you laughmaybe just a little too loudso I might hear you having a good timeBut that is wasted on meSly as a fox and twice as cunning Strategic in circling your preyYouContinue reading “Animal Instincts”

Out of the Groove – A Quadrille

Out of the Groove Over time, with circumstances pushing us in different directions, our groove has been smoothed out We no longer fall into each other Instead with our balance regained we stand independently Me, strong without your weight pulling me down You, floundering because you never tried Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – PoetryContinue reading “Out of the Groove – A Quadrille”