Category: Thought Provoking

Poetry In Motion

Poetry In Motion

In this warped and crazy world
where the peculiar reign supreme
I lose myself in words
to live in my chosen daydream
 
In a bucolic existence
writing poetry and prose
Stories of escape and freedom
allow me to transpose
 
Away from the insanity
of a world gone haywire
Seeking tranquility
My writings do inspire
 
Transported to a place
of pastoral idyll
where stanzas evolve
into poetry unbridled
 
A waterfall of thoughts
Flowing freely from the pen
A wordsmith can choose
To be lost time and again
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - Day 28 
And now for our daily (optional) prompt. As you may have
guessed, today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at
a meta-poem of your own. If you’re having trouble coming
up with a poem about poetry, and would like to take a look
at a few examples, you might check out the Wallace Stevens
and Harryette Mullens poems featured in the article about
metapoetry



Word Prompts:

Peculiar

Warp

Bucolic

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Crossroads

Crossroads

Thinking my journey was over
I stand facing another decision
And I haven’t a clue
Do I go left or right?
Which way do I choose?
I cannot go straight through
 
An unexpected twist
A bump in this road
for which I was not ready 
Confusing, mystifying 
All these things do bode
I am feeling unsteady
 
This crossroads in life
will make me sit awhile
Pondering my own questions
Where am I meant to be?
This way or that way?
Open to suggestions
 
I recalled an expression
From long ago
A saying of some wit
It went something like this
When you come
to a fork in the road ...take it
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo - Decisions

Word Prompt

Recall

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Letting Go

Letting Go

Draining me of energy
this object of nonsense
has followed me
from home to home
Time to release it
and free my conscience
 
So meaningful 
all those years ago
Now it had become
a heavy burden
dragging me down
No longer precious cargo
 
An agonizing decision
to release it from my universe
Fondly looking back
the recollections treasured
Its use no longer important
Many memories will reimburse
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - Day 12 - April 12th

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem
about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it.
Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or
destroy a significant object?

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Darkness and Light

Darkness and Light


It was the destiny
of the dark souls
to be exiled
forever in
the murky
land of doom
 
Those blessed
with sunshine 
traveled to
the honey mine
on the other side
of the moon

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting the bar at dVerse Poets Pub tonight
and has declared it Games Night.  We are to use at least
three video games to work into our poetry.

I chose four games:

Honey Mine
Doom
Destiny
Dark Souls


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Reflection

Reflection

Sitting on a bench
in the park
Anonymous and unseen
Her situation seemed stark
Reflecting on her life
What might have transpired
had she made better decisions
she would have what she required

Marginalized and alone
The people in her life had scattered
Choosing to follow their own path
She felt her world tattered
Her life orchestrated
by a bully of a husband
Allowing him to be her voice
Feeling completely bludgeoned

Here in her loneliness
Her soliloquy takes shape
Determined to cleanse and deterge
To find her escape
Her life belongs to her
and nobody other
She will finally break free
He will no longer smother

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Soliloquy

Orchestrate

Belong

Deterge

 

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Say My Name

Say My Name

My name speaks for itself
It needs no explanation
Variations ranging from Christine
To Christina and Kristen
To Kirsty, Christy and Kristian

Onward Christian Soldiers
is probably our marching music
But we prefer to be low key
Choosing a more passive way
Our directions not rubric

You can guess the origin
But it’s more interesting to learn
We have dissatisfaction
For being governed by tradition
For travel and adventure we yearn

We like harmony and balance
Respond positively to beautiful things
We are muses and someone
who can change your life
With Christine you can do anything

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Amaya at dVerse Poets What’s in Name

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Circus

Circus

What was once wondrous
and filled me with joy
I now hold in disdain
Pretty white horses
Elephants and lions
I did not know their pain

As a child I was excited
by the music and fanfare
Such exotica to see
Now I am sickened and sad
at the treatment
they suffered for me

Memories are disingenuous
The circus once wore
a glorious crown
The public expressed outrage
Animal liberation
Send in the clowns

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to dVerse Poets Prompt Circus

 

Me

Me

I am wild
and boisterous
Fearless and fierce
I am me

I am adventurous
and curious
Gutsy and brave
I am me

I tow the line
and follow instructions
Respectful and dutiful
I am me

I am kind
and considerate
Thoughtful and benevolent
I am me

I care
and I love
Gentle and sweet
I am me

I write
and I create
Questioning and truthful
I am me

I argue
and fight
Cry and scream
I am me

I cause pain
and offend
Angry and indignant
I am human

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Go Dog Go Cafe Poem about Me

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Contrary

Contrary

I say black
You say white
You’re strange, I joke
Vehemently offended
You respond with spite

Always outraged
Forever the victim
The aggressor jumps down my throat
Robbing my mouth of words
As if his was the hand bitten

Walking in a minefield
Paralyzed in space
Not knowing where to tread
Gingerly stepping
Memories to efface

Behavior contrary
No grey area
To meet in the middle
Just you versus me
Provocative hysteria

The battle is fought
A winner has to prevail
Harmony is lost
Never in your wheelhouse
Sanity does fail

Who do you see
When you look at me
An adversary or lover
Someone to bait
Or someone who might agree

What is important to you
Is it the fight to be right
Winning the ultimate prize
Victorious in the onslaught
Risking the opponent’s flight

Christine Bolton

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