Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

As I look from the train
at the rolling countryside
I see a highway of crosses
Stark white against green
A remembrance of losses

Mile after mile of heartache
In peaceful Normandy
Graves of courageous soldiers
Laid to rest with poppy wreaths
The weight of nations on their shoulders

Lives relinquished
in fierce battles
For the right of freedom
Brave men who fought valiantly
Facing the murdering demon

A feeling of numbness
and a deep sense of melancholy
Reflecting on the waste
of thousands of lives
Realizing this was a just foretaste

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge

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Holiday Hell

Holiday Hell

An effigy of you

is burning in my head

 

Starved of attention

and gaining momentum

There is danger ahead

 

Another holiday

With sharing bread

 

Full of apprehension

Fraught with tension

Wishing I was dead

 

Insanity is doing

The same thing over again

 

Expecting different results

After all we are adults

Yet this is somehow in vain

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Effigy

Danger

Holiday

Starve

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Eviction

Eviction

My world once full of color

Is now monochrome

 

There is a chill in the air

Where sunshine once lived

In the place we called home

 

Your voice lingering still

In the empty rooms

 

Memories from the past

Evicted so cruelly

Now living in tombs

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to  GoDogGo Cafe 3 Word Writing Prompt Nov 6th

The Challenge was to be inspired by the words Gray, Wind and Echoes but not use them in the poem

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Free At Last

Free At Last

As night turned into day
the light in the dingy room
depressed me more
and I slipped beyond gloom

Overcome with sadness
my feelings I tried to repress
Teardrops fell from my eyes
and I was clearly in distress

Through my moments of crazy
I saw the parcel on the floor
It was a box tied up with string
I hadn’t noticed it before

Who could it belong to
No name and address supplied
I opened it cautiously
Considering the contents inside

A leather bound book
With a letter addressed to me
This is your time, it said
Get up and be set free

No more sadness now
This is the end of the wrath
Your time has come at last
You are now on the glide path

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dingy

Parcel

Repress

Glide

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Light Show – A Quadrille

Light Show

 

In the Milky Way

A sliver of the moon

Winks in the sky

Like a hook to catch

A fish that might fly

 

The night is glowing

As stars dot the darkness

Like a breadcrumb trail

Brightening your way home

On a galactic scale

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to dVerse Poets –  De Jackson’s Quadrille Challenge – Wink

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title

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Reassessment

Reassessment

The chill in the room was Arctic
but the exercise would be cathartic
A time to think
Away from the cacophony
leaning on my philosophy
to find the missing link

Questioning your commitment
and sounding flippant
A familiar chime
Needing space to mull things over
To heal from this wretched hangover
Just give me some time

We’ve been chasing out tails
Taking wind from each other’s sails
Stop the merry-go-round
Moving one step back
to get back on track
Turning things around

Pressing the reset button
Nothing will be forgotten
A chance to take a breath
The relationship has become discordant
Discover what is really important
It will not be the dance of death

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Flippant

Chime

Over

Arctic

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