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Back in Time

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Back in Time


I wanted to believe
that I could travel
back to time past
To escape the pain
and the memories
How long could it last?
 
Itching to be gone
Disappearing
into thin air
Touch the stone
In theory be gone
Without a care
 
Tired of your criticism
Weary now
of the humorless pokes
Drained of energy
I stagger 
My back on the ropes
 
Today is the day
I find myself here
In front of the stone
Concentrating hard
I say goodbye to you and
Back in time I am thrown
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Itching

Critic

Air

Theory

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Shadow of the Sword

		

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Shadow of the Sword





Scared of the shadows
You take my hand 
and lead me gently
from the darkness 
Still trembling with fear
I hold onto you
Resisting the slight pull
from the invisible harness
 
For reasons unknown
I trust you with my life
No flare sent up
Perhaps this is infatuation
A desire for something
I have never had
Is it your strength of force?
Or is it an adulteration?
 
Are you rescuing me
from the ghosts of my past?
Protecting me from evil
So my life will live with yours
How I wish to forget
what I will leave behind
I fear nothing will be resolved
Locked behind dungeon doors
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


In response to:
Sue Vincent's Weekly Photo Prompt - Write/Photo - Blade

Word Prompts:

Trust

Flare

Reason

Infatuation




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Free At Last

		

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Free At Last


As night turned into day

the light in the dingy room

depressed me more

and I slipped beyond gloom


Overcome with sadness

my feelings I tried to repress

Teardrops fell from my eyes

and I was clearly in distress


Through my moments of crazy

I saw the parcel on the floor

It was a box tied up with string

I hadn’t noticed it before


Who could it belong to

No name and address supplied

I opened it cautiously

Considering the contents inside


A leather bound book

With a letter addressed to me

This is your time, it said

Get up and be set free


No more sadness now

This is the end of the wrath

Your time has come at last

You are now on the glide path


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


 


Word Prompts:


Dingy


Parcel


Repress


Glide


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Get Away

		

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Get Away


She became the tired recipient

of his irrational behavior

He’s up, then he’s down

A relationship doomed to failure


Tolerance wearing thin

Her desire to please had waned

She had to get away

and no longer be restrained


Enough is enough

Her dedication there no longer

What won’t kill you

makes you stronger


Not wanting to drink poison

for him this day

She swore to leave

and him she would betray


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Reena’s Weekly Exploration Challenge Week #58


Keywords


    

  1. Whiner
    2. 

  2. Patience personified
    3. 

  3. Pessimist
    4. 

  4. Testing Times
    5. 

  5. Doer
    6. 

  6. Jilted Lover
    7. 

  7. Circumstantial
    8. 

  8. Devoted
    9. 



Reena asked us to pick a minimum of two keywords from the above list and weave a story/poem around them, without using them.  The onus of identifying the keywords is on the writer by using them as a theme or a personality.


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Balancing Act

		

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Balancing Act


Walking a tightrope


Above the minefields


of your existence


I throw caution to the wind


Up here I may fall


A path of least resistance


 


Melancholy thoughts


And depressing actions


Separate us by degrees


Refusing to let go


Clinging to air


I’m an artist of trapeze


 


Remaining in limbo


With no safety net


Patiently waiting


Self-indulgent proclivities


Keep us apart but


My danger liberating


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Grace from dVerse Poets Open Link Night #229


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Blind Faith

		

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Giving potency

to the dormant

a zest for life

and a desire

to move forward

The course will be drawn


Be confident

in your quest

Eyes straight ahead

you’re never alone

Challenges met

Another day’s dawn


Abiding love

will not fade

or wane

Invisible to the eye

it will stay strong

a crutch to lean on


When times are rough

it will be the underpin

Keeping you upright

and moving forward

Competing

in life’s marathon


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts:


Zest


Abiding


Love

	    

	    	

	    	
	
	

	    	

				
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Fearless

		

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A fearless warrior

Alone in her plight

Fighting for their existence

No one to help her and the child

Determined to go the distance


She walked through fire

but was not burnt by it

She circled her wagons

With her never ending fury

She slayed the dragons


She would fight tigers

For she was a mother

Crossing her you cannot afford

For the life of her daughter

She would fall on her sword


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48


Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it


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Saddened

		

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My heart is heavy again today


It feels like pain will never go away


I was doing so well


Never hearing the warning bell


My world suddenly on its end


I look to you but you will not bend


Your actions provoke


Even when nothing is spoke


Goading for a reaction


I’m innocent, rejecting the accusation


This treatment I cannot abide


I just want to run away and hide


I am walking aimlessly in a minefield


Where your weapons you do wield


There is no middle ground


It’s as if we have drowned


I go into survival mode


My livelihood is about to unfold


I must walk away from you


If it is the last thing I ever do


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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Quarry

		

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Deceived by your eloquence

I was swept up by your pander

Your agenda was not initially known

When I realized your plan

You did not appreciate my candor


Angered by my directness

You were no longer comfortable

Your swagger became limp

Seeing my chance to escape

I was no longer vulnerable


Escaping from your clutches

Your words were accusatory

There was anger in your eyes

Your goal would not be achieved

I would never be your quarry


Struggling to stay upright

Clawing my way through trees

Knowing the predator was on my heels

My breathing became labored

As I battled to be free


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Daily Prompts:


Quarry


Eloquence


Candor


Comfortable


 

	    

	    	

	    	
	

	


	
 

 





			
			

			
			
				












	
	
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