Her mind full of dread
She had taken the walk
to clear her head
No more cheap talk
It was the reason she fled

The route had taken her
to a place unrecognized
She was now unsure
and feeling polarized
What was the lure

The wicked chill of the night
Did little to clear her thoughts
The dismal shroud of fright
Still tying her in knots
She was feeling the vicious bite

Taking leave to find her grace
And reach some reason
Lost in time and place
She exorcised the demon
Gone without a trace


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Prompt – Wicked Chill

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Waiting – A Haibun

We all wait for something every day.  Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store.  It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.

I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant.  The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning!  Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!


Lady in Waiting

For the birth of her baby

Serenely content


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to DVerse Poets Haibun Monday – Waiting – Hosted by Imelda

Photo by Olliss on Unsplash

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I feel like a fish out of water
On days such as this
One foot on either side of the ocean
To say I’m never homesick would be remiss

I’ve spent half my life there
And the other half here
Yet I still miss so much
Of things that are dear

The best of both worlds
I’m lucky to experience
Seeing both sides of the coin
Teaching me acceptance

I live in the land of opportunity
Regrettably that is not true today
A government full of hatred
Wishing to change the way

The lines of the world are blurring
It is not much better from where I have come
It is now me before you, get back in line
How sad and selfish we have become


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Reena’s Challenge #64 – The Shore The Calls Us Home

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The plastic smile
will do for today
No one will notice
I need to defray
I am gagged
from speaking
it is my choice
to stop the shrieking

A tumultuous few days
just starting to heal
then you pick up again
and I start to reel
I need silence
and a time to think
or else my heart
will surely sink

Into oblivion
Where I will stay
drowning in the flood
of your verbal fray
Until that moment
of exquisite madness
when I will surely die
of this terminal sadness


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Song Lyric Sunday

This week’s prompt is “First” from Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday

I choose “The First Tine Ever I Saw Your Face”  by Roberta Flack.  According to Song Facts, this is when and why this song was written.

“Folk singer Ewan MacColl wrote this in 1957 for his lover Peggy Seeger. She was in a play and phoned him for suggestions on a song for a romantic scene. MacColl wrote this on the spot in less than an hour, playing it over the phone for his wife to use in her play. “We weren’t really getting along at the time,” Peggy Seeger recalled to Mojo magazine of the romantic epic in a 2015 interview. “After all, he was married to someone else then.”

MacColl was married to his second wife, Jean Newlove at the time. He left her for Peggy Seeger and the pair eventually tied the knot in 1977.”

Enjoy your Sunday!

Song Lyrics

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies

The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love

The first time ever I saw your face
Your face, your face

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I wasn’t ready for what happened
Blindsided by your volcanic eruption
Spewing your discontent
Leaving me without an option
Again, I missed the trigger
You pulled it when I was unaware
I tried to salvage to no avail
Leaving the evening in disrepair

In a restaurant of all places
With family and friends present
Why did you come with such attitude?
Making the evening unpleasant
I should have known better
I fell into the same trap
My eyes out on the horizon
While my life turns to crap

I can only imagine
what everyone was thinking
He is such a piece of work
It’s no wonder she’s drinking
My dinner I cannot now digest
Feeling sick on the inside
This will escalate at home
and I can no longer abide

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Digest




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Eyes Wide Open – Week #20

Good Saturday morning!

This was a strange week having a holiday in the middle, and double duty in the kitchen, but I did get out managing to take a few iPhone photos to share.  Enjoy your Saturday!

I guess some people do.  That’s very sad

I see this guy quite often but he’s always too busy to wave back!

Now this fisherman was happy to connect.  Not so sure about the Ancient Mariner. Or maybe it was Captain Birds Eye!

This lone Plumeria bloom is hanging on until the last leaf has fallen

This is one of my favorite places to sit, write, read or just watch 💕

Pretty pink Bougainvillea blooming year round for our enjoyment

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Green is the color
I favor the least
It is the color
Of jealousy
The two horned beast

It rears his head
When you least expect
Spiteful and cruel
Wounding deep
Too hard to accept

I always forgive and forget
Have an ability to move on
You however will harbor
And retain your envy
Until alienating everyone

Dubious of everyone
who engages with me
What are they shopping for?
Why are they even here?
Please find different melody

Jealousy unfounded
Is as sad as sad can be
It is unnecessary
And pointless and
It always hurts me

Does it help you to seethe?
And put your ugly on display
Why are you unable to share?
When I love you so much
Why must there be an affray?


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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The gold of your hair
Is fluid in my hand
Silken and soft
In millions of strands

The water covering our feet
Cool against the skin
Sensuous and evocative
But it covers many a sin

We tread precariously
On the slippery stones
Treacherous currents
Have taken many bones

Sad souls haunt the beauty
Of this tranquil space
Warning us of hidden danger
In a picturesque place

The undercurrent pulls
Me down into the drink
To the bottomless pit
I am destined to sink

The last thing I see
Is your flaxen hair
Blowing in the breeze
As I gasp for air


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Hidden




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