Sweet Lullaby

Sweet lullaby

I sing to you

To scare away the demons

Who whisper

When no one hears

With no rhyme or reason

Hush baby

Unknown and invisible

Those monsters in your head

Will never get to you

While I am here

Fearing where to tread

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Lullaby

Unknown

Whisper

 

Song Lyrics Sunday – Positively Dylan

I love today’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday . As soon as I saw it was “Street” the first song that jumped into my mind was Positively 4th Street, by Bob Dylan. He recorded it on July 29, 1965.

Dylan wrote great poetry and this song represents some of his best. The last four lines are my favorites:

Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you

Let’s celebrate our own 2017 Nobel Prize Winner for Literature with Positively 4th Street.

LYRICS
Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin’
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that’s winnin’
You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve lost your faith, but that’s not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it
I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say “how are you?”, “good luck”, but ya don’t mean it
When you know as well as me, you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And tho I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, its not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

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Eyes Wide Open – Week Three

It was a hot week slowing down my running to a jog and some days mostly a walk.  So I didn’t burn as many calories but the sights captured on my iPhone more than made up for it.  One day was spent at the local Jungle Gardens.  It is a small park but they have a wonderful flock of flamingos that usually surround you begging for food.  As it was their breeding season they were completely disinterested in us.  I hope you enjoy these things I share with you when I open my eyes to my surroundings.  Nature is just beautiful.  Enjoy your Saturday!

Sunset through a sculpture

I captured the sunset through a sculpture on the bay

Flamingos and Ibis

It was breeding season for the Flamingos so they were not interested in any feeding attempts.  Two Ibis looking on.

Flamingo

Banyan Trees

Magnificent Banyan Trees in the neighborhood

Bridal Bouquet plant

This is Bridal Bouquet, part of the plumeria family.  Fortunately it does not shed it leaves like a plumeria so it stays lush all year round.  I had this growing at the front of my house but someone flattened it with a bike, i guess.  I rescued what I could salvage and have potted it, nursing it back to health.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Moon and the Sun

The moon struggled to rise
One night, as the sun
Gasped towards the sea
Leaving the day undone

The earth overheated
From disregard and denial
Left us breathless this night
Waiting for the moon’s arrival

An arrangement was needed
To placate the moon
A possibility of compromise
But communication inopportune

With neither ever meeting
At anytime in the sky
An intermediary is required
Our actions yet another black eye

We are the conduits
For continual balance of the Earth
We must care for it with love
It is suffering from a dearth

Losing precious inventory
With ignorant decisions
Responsibility disregarded
Leading to ultimate derision

Shooting ourselves in the foot
Leaving a permanent disability
With nothing for our children to inherit
Except the irreversibility

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompts:

Moon

Possibility

Placate

Arrangement

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Dreamer

The beautiful dreamer
Sat on the cold floor
Head in her hands
Still feeling that slam of the door

As she tried to salvage
The remains of her dignity
She recalled the interaction
And his lack of humanity

Her offering of love
He had dramatically rejected
Laughing at her attempts
Leaving it unrequited

His bourgeois ideology 
Was to her disparaging
Mocking her heritage 
Was hurtfully demeaning

Superior was his attitude
Talking down to her
From his moral high ground 
He was no better than a poseur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Dreamer

Salvage

Unrequited

Ideology

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