Pining

Pining

Fire in the heart
keeps burning
long after
the love has gone
It is the candle
burning bright
for you
that keeps me
holding on
 
Watching from the window
expecting you 
to walk
up the path
Pretending nothing
happened
A figment of
my imagination
Your avalanche of wrath
 
Hopelessly pining
for the love you
took from me
when you left
Saying I was
undeserving
and leaving me
forever bereft
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Fire

Avalanche

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Disconnection

Disconnection

Passion reaching a dizzying height
Stars bursting in the sultry night
Two entwined bodies
glistening with sweat
Each one breathlessly spent
 
Slipping back into the forgotten gown
The temperature starting to come down
Escaping into the darkness of night
Hoping to forget all
By morning’s first light
 
He had excited her like no one before
Carrying her gently across the floor
Thrilling her with each caress
Murmuring softly
Easing her body from that dress
 
Reluctant to leave, her feet made of clay
Never had she felt this way
The connection she felt was strong
She watched him sleeping
Deep down knowing it would be wrong
 
At the door with one final glance
Did she dare take a chance? 
Fly away now
Best to be gone
After all, he is just another John
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

DVerse Open Link Night hosed tonight by Grace

Word Prompts:

Passion

Temperature

Time Is Up

Time Is Up

Exhausted and drained
Grown tired of the never ending
game
No more rocks in the pile
Can no longer shift the blame
 
Differences to rejoice
Empathy and understanding
to be restored
Walk to towards each other
All avenues explored
 
A time to cast away stones
and a time to gather stones
together
It is now time to forgive
And find the white feather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Quoting Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV)
She asked us to take two lines from the complete verse and work them
into our poem, either literally, or as a prompt.

I chose:
" a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together"

Here is the complete verse

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

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March Madness – A Haibun

March Madness – A Haibun

It is March and high season in Southwest Florida. The temperatures are in the low 80s, the sun is getting hot and the beaches are packed. We are invaded on a daily basis by thousands of visitors from the northern US and Canada who are tired of digging themselves out of snowdrifts and would prefer to wear a swimsuit rather than a sweater.

We share our seaside home with tourists from just about everywhere, including overseas.  Every parking lot will be full.  You will have to wait over an hour at a restaurant without a reservation. The roads are busy and no one knows where they are going.  Oh yes, did I mention Spring Break!

We refrain from swearing and remember it will soon be May and all the snowbirds would have flown.  At least until October and then they start to come back again!


March madness is here
The return of the snowbirds
Time to hibernate
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Merrill is hosting Haibun Monday at DVerse tonight
She prompted us with March Madness.

Birthright

Birthright


From far away
he had traveled
back to the place
from whence he came
His life since unraveled
 
Retribution necessary
for a devastating wrong
He had suffered greatly
many moons ago
Now he must be strong
 
Here to face his adversaries
and reclaim what is his alone
His birthright and 
the crown of the land
Now he will retake his throne

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt
 
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