Pressure

Pressure

The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability

A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility

Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability

Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity

My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely

In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Pacify

Damp

Mock

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured

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Dry as a Bone

Dry as a Bone

Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit

Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow

The stream had dried up
Nothing left to drink
Wandering aimlessly
He had to think

Planetary conditions harsh
His skin burning
Heat games in his mind
became more disturbing

His hide was drying out
Hydration a faraway dream
Weakness in his legs
Now beyond extreme

He fell to the ground
Wishing the dizziness to stop
As he drew his last breath
He felt the first raindrop

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Bone

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The Family Stone

The Family Stone

Mother and father
Side by side
Watching the ship
Slowly disappear
Oh how they cried

Young son looking on
Not yet understanding
The pain they endured
Saying goodbye is hard
When you are left standing

The family dog
Oblivious to it all
Sits patiently by
his young master
Waiting for his call

Undoubtedly they will
be here again one day
When son number two
Grows up to be a man
And he too will sail a way

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see? Photo/Write Challenge

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Downtrodden

Downtrodden

Who controls the pecking order of life?
Because I’m on the outside
looking in

Nose against the window
like the proverbial stepchild
Taking it on the chin

Living on the edge of the herd
Feeling like the runt of the litter
These are the emotions I bear

Easy to slip into a depression
Dragging others down
Wishing I wasn’t there

Just feeling that life
is dealing me the cards
of endless misery

The ones you fold
so the others would win
Like some kind of trickery

Invisible
the color of my life
I fall through the cracks

Constantly trying to scale
that overgrown fence
Just once wishing to relax

Feeling imperfect
But knowing I’m not
All I want is a chance

Look at me I’m here
Just like you
Give me a second glance

Determined to begin again
And experience a rebirth
My stellar light will shine

Brighter than before
You’ll concern me no longer
I’ll be stronger next time

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing©

Word Prompts:

Stellar

Fence

Concern

Overgrown

Herd

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Oct #11 – Falling through the cracks

 

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Solitary Man

Solitary Man

I am haunted by your words
That lay heavy on my heart
We are only as strong
as the miles between us
Destined to be apart

There is a sense of dislocation
I am an empty vessel
With all the hangover
and none of the buzz
All these things I wrestle

Reflecting on our last night
Sitting in the park by the lake
The color of your eyes
In the moonlight
I melted like a snowflake

I was dancing on air
Until you laid out your plan
You were leaving me
Never to return
I am now a solitary man

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Haunted

Color

Fjord/Lake

Park/Parking

Solitary

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #10 Dancing on Air

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One Liner Wednesday

 

Good Morning!  It’s another One Liner Wednesday and this week the prompt is “What are you thankful for?” In times of political upheaval and divisiveness, I am thankful that I still have a sense of humor. It is needed.

This one is silly I know, but I can’t help myself.  It made me laugh!

 

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Have a great Wednesday!

 

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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