Muddled

Muddled

The events of these recent days
A frightening mix that will abrase
happiness once there
A crushing blow
that dulls the glow
and emotions are laid bare

Abstract havoc in my head
Manifesting in explosive dread
Where is the opening?
A way outside
That can provide
My sanity is beckoning

Two heads in a collision
Distorting one’s vision
The direction has been lost
Communication inconsistent
An approximation insufficient
When stars have been crossed

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts

Manifestation

Abstract

Frighten

Approximate

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #24 – Opening

 

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Morning Commute

Morning Commute

My journey each day
weaves my neighborhood
I choose to run
So my health is good

Home is Florida
Plenty of heat
It’s The Sunshine State
It warms the feet

Each street I run
An abundance of flowers
Elegant lawns
Summer showers

As I travel the road
The palms are swaying
Colorful houses along the water
And boats are sailing

Turn left at the end
Heading for the bridge to the key
Today it is opening
For a tall mast in the sea

Fisherman trying their luck
With bait of shrimp
Careful navigating around
So I don’t end up with a gimp

On the other side is
a small park to rest
on a welcome bench
I can sit and feel blessed

Out on the marker posts
I see the Cormorants
Wings outstretched
Drying from the currents

Some kayakers pass by
Moving seamlessly
A pelican sunning himself
On the dock peaceably

After a short rest
Its time to head home
I’ll go back a different way
A great way to roam

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Sarah’s Prompt at dVerse Poets – Commute  

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Blind To Me – A Haibun

Blind To Me

 

Why don’t you see me

I carry the flag for you

How clear can it be

I am neither a spectre

Nor am I invisible

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Spectre

Flag

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #23 – See Me

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Vision – A Quadrille

Vision

In the early morning light

You are a vision without a care

Long red hair tied up in a velvet ribbon

Your green dress worn with flair

 

You are playful in spirit

and full of excitement

To say you are beautiful 

is an understatement   

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Kim at dVerse Poets Quadrille #67 Challenge – Early

A quadrille is poem of exactly 44 words including the prompt word

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Betrayal

Betrayal

You suck the sun
from the sky
and empty the clouds
Draining life’s energy
from the core
Shaking death
from its shrouds

As each hour and day passes
Your mood gains momentum
This has only just begun
Once you cross the Rubicon
there’s no going back
Influencing the outcome

As you set the tone for the day
Something is about to unfold
The lustre of life already dulled
Your decision is made
No opportunity to disagree
I am the deer that has to be culled

You wield your power
As only you can
Threatening and accusing
Jeopardizing my future
Throwing it in a drawer
For you, that’s amusing

Denying me what I hold dear
is a betrayal of my trust
I am exasperated by your hostility
You have become a dictator
An authoritarian, a bully
No longer seeing my fragility

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Influence

Drawer

Lustre

Exasperated

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #22 – Betrayed

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Cuban Crisis

Cuban Crisis

She was pulled towards
the whiff of cigar smoke
in the still night air
Pungent yet sweet
it was magnetic
Luring her into the snare

He stood in a cloud
of the scented haze
enjoying his vice
She watched quietly
for a few moments
debating her own advice

She had pretended interest
in the Cuban cigar
knowing it would intrigue
He invited her easily
to step outside
But was she out of his league?

He was holding an object
in his outstretched hand
as she approached
Just as she had thought
a fat cigar for her
She knew she had been caught

He laughed at her look
She was an easy read
He had got her good
Men don’t want women
to smoke cigars
If only they understood

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Whiff

Object

Magnetic

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