The Drop – Songxicun, China

The Drop – Songxicun, China

The covert message had been decoded.

Friday 16:30: Songxicun, Water Pump.

She arrived early and the square was empty. It was difficult for her to blend in to the surroundings so she stepped into a doorway and waited.

Her contact was late.  When he arrived, she watched him stop and light a cigarette. Drawing on it slowly and inhaling. He looked around and then dropped to tie his shoe.  She watched him tuck something into the wooden box next to the water pump. He stood up, flicking the cigarette away, and left hurriedly.

Looking around she saw an old woman approaching the pump with two pails on a pole balanced across her shoulders.  She waited patiently until it was clear.

Finally, the old woman left and the square was empty again. Quickly, with her heart pounding, she retrieved the small package from the box and disappeared from sight.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

148 words

In response to What Pegman Saw – Photo Prompt – Songxicun, China

Who Cares?

Who Cares?

Who cares
For the caregiver? 
Pained and weary
But must deliver
Quietly absorbing
another’s pain 
Shouldering the weight
Suffering the bane
 
Does anyone ask
How you are feeling? 
Bring me this, don’t do that 
Can’t they see, you’re reeling? 
Tired from journeying 
Several times a day
Waiting, watching
Hurry up and stay
 
Observing from the perimeter
Of the hospital room
Nurses and doctors 
And aides, none of whom
Will ask how you are, or
anything they can do
Can you come again at noon?
There’s something you must do
 
It’s a thankless task
You do out of love
Your kindness unnoticed
misplaced like a lost glove
Excuses made 
Even when things are better
A convenient punching bag
tied down with a fetter
 
Paradise lost 
What was it worth?
Forgotten dreams
Fallen to earth
Feeling used and abused
but the words can never be said
You are not the one sick
But wishing you were the one dead
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Worth

Lost

Paradise

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In A Daze

In A Daze

Wandering aimlessly
with no destination
Bumping into walls
Looking for affirmation
Seeing stars falling
Appetite lost
Smitten with infatuation
Fingers are crossed
 
Intimate interaction
with hope of durability
Crossed wires likely
In all probability
One night of passion
Causing one to gulp
Pierced with an arrow
Turning the mind to pulp
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to:
Hélène Vaillant's What do you See Photo Prompt

Word Prompts:

Smitten

Intimate

Durable

Passion

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Sound of Silence – An Elfchen

Sound of Silence – An Elfchen

 
Silence
The sound
is still golden
and my heart rests
Peacefully

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Go Dog Go Cafe's Tuesday Writing Prompt

The Elfchen is an 11 word poem written in 5 lines— Line 1=1word,
Line 2=2words,  Line 3=3words, Line 4=4 words,  Line 5 =1 word.
Lines 1 and 5 should not be the same word.  

Mel at Crushed Caramel also tagged me in this prompt.
Check out her Elfchen!

One Liner Wednesday

Good morning! Another Wednesday rolls around and I’m hoping you all had a good week. Linda G.Hill’s One Liner Wednesday is a sure way to get over Hump Day. I always enjoy reading everyone’s positive quotes and funny anecdotes. This week she asks us the question “Good or Bad?”

Here is one I found. Have any of you ever done this? 🤭

Have a great day!

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


Photo by Kym on Unsplash
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