Category: Thought Provoking

Train of Thought

Train of Thought

Your words live
in my thoughts
Sometimes they delight
and are invited to stay
Other times they wound
and I show them the door

They feed my heart
Nourish my soul
and thoughts
become my words
flowing freely
back to you

When words harm
they linger in my head
slowly poisoning
a bruised spirit
And I cannot
speak to you

Instead I write
my thoughts
that spew forth
like demons
exorcised
from my body

So you might understand 



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 


in Response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153

Image by Irina Gromovataya from Pixabay 

A Two-Faced Landscape

My dear friend, Chuck Lindholm, known to many of you as The Reluctant Poet, who tirelessly shares our works on his site, made a wonderful suggestion that we collaborate on another poem together. A duet was the term he used and I liked the sound of that.

This is what we came up with. I do hope you enjoy it.

A Two-Faced Landscape

The Shifting Sands
Of The Desert
Have No Empathy
For The Confused
And Unprepared

An Arid Expanse,
A Two-Faced
Landscape,
Masking
The Truth,
And The Hidden
Dangers Ahead
With An Alluring Beauty
Misunderstood,
Layered And Complicated
She's Loved,
Yet Unloved Too,
A Lover To Some
And The Devil
To The Foolish
Unsurmountable
Obstacles Exist
For Those 
Who Never Learned
Her Secrets
Arduous
Exhausting
For Body And Soul
A Cage-Less Prison
With No Escape

For The Proud
And Disrespectful,
Burned By The Sun,
Victims Of Thirst,
Who Are Buried
By The Shifting Sands
And The Wind

By Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm

Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved 

Perspective

Perspective

Cloistered in silence
far from the noise
pensive thoughts
dance in front of me
I see them with clarity 
Obscure concepts 
without wings
Once sparking
With energy
Now fizzle and die
Lifeless and empty
Slowly consumed
by a flicker of flames


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Pensive - FOWC
Flicker - Word of the Day
Cloistered - RDP
”ZZ” - Stream of Consciousnesses 

Skyscape

Skyscape

The sky awash
with hues of cerulean,
turquoise and indigo
Reflecting my
ever changing moods
Bright and expectant
falling silent
with deep thoughts
Followed by stillness
as the blues turn darker
Subtle changes
in colors
Collaborating
Sweeping the expanse
Carrying my musings
to another dimension
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Collaborate - Word of the Day
Subtle - FOWC

Synchronicity

I am safely back from a lovely vacation and have been enjoying catching up on your posts and the lovely notes you left or me. Thank you so much!

Here is something I thought about while walking on the sand.

Synchronicity

As the sun
turns to gold and
shadows grow long,
the sea takes
back footprints 
left in the sand
 
The traces we leave
or a simple touch
are soon forgotten
Fleeting moments
snatched back as if
never planned
 
Random messages
unspoken reminders
delivered in synchronicity
A sign life
is constantly moving
We easily misunderstand
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word of the Day - Unspoken

Image by Olya Adamovich from Pixabay 

River

River

You have bathed me
Soothed me
Drank my tears 
and carried me away
on your fierce current
You have given me
your frozen surface
so I might skate
in the moonlight 
Your magical
existence
changes colors
with the sun
From morning
golden pond
to shimmering
diamonds
as twilight
claims the day
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am deep
like my sometimes
still waters
Beneath my surface
in its dark mystery
live creatures
you never see
and plants that 
need no light
from the sun
Replenished
by constant
heavy rains
I sometimes
swell to my limits
and crest
Breaking my banks
and then
I am not loved


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Amaya is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and she has prompted us as follows:
Tonight, I challenge you to a two-part prompt.
Write a poem using apostrophe, and you can

name your object/recipient, or choose to be more
cryptic than declaring, “O Love…” for instance.
This part is optional, or you can skip the first

part and just share this portion. Write a
response from the perspective of your
object/recipient, which will in essence also
use apostrophe.

Word Prompts

Word of the Day - Twilight
Go Dog Go Cafe - River (Christine Ray's
Daily writing Prompt)

Image by Pexels from Pixabay 

Living in the Present

Living in the Present

In the stillness
of the morning
I see her again
The woman in black
Standing on the rocks
in silence
Staring at the sea
motionless
The breeze lifting
her hair and leaving it
to tousle about
her shoulders
Whenever I come
at this time she is there
Never acknowledging
my presence
Absorbed in her thoughts
and quietness
I smile nervously
but she looks through me
As if I were transparent
I speak but she does not hear
It was then I realized
I was looking at myself 
The woman in black 
was me
My head was always
in the future
instead of being in the present
I was mourning the
loss of something I would
never have
unless I started living
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge
OctPoWriMo - Silence
Nervous - WotD
Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
Go Dog Do Cafe - The Woman in Black

Fountain of Youth

Fountain of Youth

How I long for
the spontaneity of youth
Driven by fervid emotion
That carefree blindness
to all that fears me now
A life void of devotion
 
No one is there any longer
to catch me if I fall
There is too much to chance
Is the risk worth the loss?
Mine alone to bear
Or do I take a different stance? 
 
Oh, to reverse the aging process
That takes away looks
as well as confidence
Always second guessing 
Doubting intelligence and
questioning one’s prominence

 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Youthful - WotD
Fervid - RDP
Reverse - FOWC


Image by Peter H from Pixabay 

Layers

Layers

It is no one’s fault
That I find myself here
By the water’s edge 
Where else would I be?
Searching for answers
as is my way
 
I look up to the sky
and count the stars
framing the memory
in my mind
Remembering the last time
Here with you
 
I am not the prisoner
living within your mind
Nor your property
but yet you judge me
I came and left
grateful to be free
 
I picture the angle
of your jaw
that ever so slight
smirk on your face
your eyes, your hair,
your voice
 
Tiredness comes
eventually
and I am calm
Resting now
between the layers
of my thoughts
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo - Calm
Angle - RDP
Frame - SoCS
The Fault in our Stars - Go Dog Go Cafe
MLMM Saturday Mix - Mad about the Metaphor

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