Category: Thought Provoking

Now You See It …

Now You See It …

A snowflake falls in splendid silence
Unparalleled in undeniable uniqueness
As more and more fall slowly
delicately building upon each other
Creating walls of compacted
virgin whiteness stacked high
Reticent, uncommunicative
Sentinels of stillness, unmoving
Sadly survival is short-lived
Mixing meltwater mush
Eventually evaporating
into the same silence
from whence it came
 
 
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with 'Paradox' We were to choose
one of three lines from Paul Dunbar's "The Paradox"
or the line given from Wallace Stevens' The Snow Man"

I chose the second option:

"For the listener, who listens in the snow, And,
nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is."


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Religion Road

Religion Road

We are all heading to the same destination
just choosing a different way to get there
The highways and byways of religion
are jammed with the faithful
Frequent stops proselytizing
to the polite yet incurious
All with dogma to sell
But at what price?
 
 
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All Rights Reserved

Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
tonight and has prompted us with the word "Way"

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly
44 words, excluding the title 

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Ripples

Ripples

In youth
we search for those
appealing to the eye
Their beauty would cause
a heart to skip
and our desires
live at the forefront
of their presence
 
We decorate each other
in brilliance of diamonds
and hold the other
in high esteem
as a possession
Only the most fortunate
can hold on to the gift
bestowed on them
 
Many will lose their grasp
and happiness slips away
over and over
The sting of pain
unseen, internal
Love a gift that
keeps on giving
Healing wounds
 
Scars remain
of memories faded
Dissolving in the lake
of recollection where
coming, going,
the waterbirds
don’t leave a trace
only ripples of once was
 
 
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse and has prompted
us with "Stepping off the sidewalk" and allowing ourselves
to look inside ourselves. (I chose number 2 -  by Dogen)

Here are 8 fragments from the mystic poets as prompt. Choose ONE, include the words in your poem or title if you wish, or write it as an Epigraph at the start of your poem and always cite the author too.


1. Our hearts irrigate the earth. We are fields before each other (Thomas Aquinas)
2. Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace (Dogen)
3. Why should not the water find delight in the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface? (Jnanadev)
4. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gibran)
5. Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? (Rumi)
6. My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)
7. The mountain path leads skyward and dissolves into light (Tukaram)
8. Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame (Attar)

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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

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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

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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)

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