Here I feel safe
in the tranquil coolness
of the rocks
by the outside world
A place where I can
heal, away from the 
madness that is you
Ordering me, bullying,
complaining until
my mouth works
Logic suppressed
while you rant,
and intimidate
When did I become
the scared rabbit
fleeing from the predator
who wants to annihilate?
Who will not be happy
until my extinction
is complete

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's
Write/Photo Challenge - Within



I am troubled
Loving you so much
I forgive behavior
and rudeness
so I may feel your touch
I am deaf to those
hurtful words you speak
choosing to ignore
it will stop soon, I know
I have become meek
I take it, and take it
until one day I explode
Everything suppressed
Now spewing forth
and on you bestowed
In the silence
an aftermath of devastation
Stinging, burning
breaking of hearts
Living in condemnation
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt

Take - Daily Addictions

Image by WikiImages from Pixabay 

Voiceless – A Quadrille


When my words
are suppressed
and not permitted
to be spoken
I have been silenced  
They remain stuck
deep in my throat
until I choke
and sputter
My voice unheard  
Who speaks for me?
My words
must be heard
Without them
I am nothing 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse tonight
Tonights prompt is Voice
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title



In the wake of your furor
I come up for air
breathing it deep
into my lungs
until the oxygen
calms my brain
and I can think 
clearly again
I remain inconspicuous
on the perimeter of your
struggle for sense
Here I can observe
your body language
and know that this
is on you, not me
and I owe no apology
Sorry will never
be uttered as it
is never felt
Words will be knitted
in a pattern to obscure
and hide the truth
This is your way
Forever justified
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Knit - WotD
Wake - RDP
Inconspicuous - FOWC
Up - Daily Addictions

Book Prompt
The Body is not an Apology - Go Dog Go Cafe

Promote Mondays - Go Dog Go Cafe

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

Still Hoping

Still Hoping

Through the layers
of your mind
I sometimes see hope
Hidden between the anger
and hurt that you cling to
refusing to let go
But it is weak
starved of nourishment
Ignored, in favor
of the animosity you harbor
Your life blood, you think
Yet it drains your existence
I wait and wish
for its survival
because then I might
be able to stay, forever
However, if you ignore it,
then I too will die
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:

Layer - FOWC

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

Song Lyric Sunday – Joe diMaggio

I almost chose this song a couple of weeks ago as my theme song for a movie, The Graduate. However, Mrs. Robinson, by Simon and Garfunkel, fit the challenge for Song Lyric Sunday this week as it mentions someone famous. Former NY Yankee, Joe DiMaggio.

Regarding the famous line, “Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?”: DiMaggio was a star baseball player for the New York Yankees who was briefly married to Marilyn Monroe. Simon was using him to represent heroes of the past. DiMaggio was a little miffed when he heard this, since he was still very much alive even though he retired from baseball in 1951, but he realized that he had become a new icon now with the baby boomer generation due to this song’s success.

Simon, who is a huge fan of The Yankees, explained in a 1990 interview with SongTalk magazine: “The Joe DiMaggio line was written right away in the beginning. And I don’t know why or where it came from. It seems so strange, like it didn’t belong in that song and then, I don’t know, it was so interesting to us that we just kept it. So it’s one of the most well-known lines that I’ve ever written.”

Paul Simon was a much bigger fan of Mickey Mantle than Joe DiMaggio. On The Dick Cavett Show, Simon was asked by Mantle why he wasn’t mentioned in the song instead of DiMaggio. Simon replied, “It’s about syllables, Mick. It’s about how many beats there are.”

When DiMaggio died in 1999, it was a very emotional event for many baseball fans who grew up watching him play. The part of this song that mentions him summed of the feelings of many people who felt there was no one left to look up to. Simon wrote an editorial about DiMaggio in The New York Times shortly after his death.

Mrs. Robinson
Simon & Garfunkel

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hide it in the hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret just the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Jolting Joe has left and gone away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon
Mrs. Robinson lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group



Does the marriage end
when all respect
for the other is gone
When selfishness rules
kindness forgotten
The battle is never won
Where did this all begin
Forgetting there are two 
in a marriage, not one
One gives, the other takes
and takes and takes more
When all is said and done
Taking care of you every day
not that you ever notice
Always too quick to deny
Too absorbed with yourself
to see what I might need
There is no good in goodbye
When the love has gone 
There is no point in staying
Our opinions differ too much
on this contentious matter
No one is listening anymore
Using the other as a crutch
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Where SoCS
Differ - FOWC
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