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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
To capture that moment again
grasping at shadows
touching the sky
Elusive
As wind in the willows
Not seen
but knowing its presence
To replicate
impossible
It does confuse
As if a dream
Imagination wild
Doubting the truth
Yet you know
It was felt
Honor and accept
for it will rebel
Live in gratitude
that you were graced
for that precious instant
with an indelible memory
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Words Prompts
Capture -WotD
Rebel - FOWC
Go Dog Go Cafe
Wind In The Willows Prompt
They called her sister
but a sibling she was not
Her personality hidden
Not permitted to show
what she had and
a label was forbidden
An angel in costume
Nourishing and nurturing all
Giving love to those in need
They built an effigy in her honor
but it was faceless and cold
And sometimes it would bleed
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See
Photo Prompt
Word Prompts
Nourish - Word of the Day
Sibling - RTDP
Label - FOWC