The Long Road

The Long Road

Born from new beginnings
A glimmer of hope
In the bleakest of years
The darkest of times
A baby to love and
dry the shedding tears
 
A lonely widow
with a family ready made
He, a man with an assurance
Promising love and security
for ever more, yet for her
it became an endurance
 
A straying spouse
out until the small hours
with whiskey breath
Cheating on his wife
with no-good women
She wished him a slow death
 
A child growing in disharmony
painfully witnessing the angst 
and learning how to be
Confused by the love-hate
relationship
Wishing to be free
 
A lifetime of relearning 
That true love really exists 
and does not cause pain
Love and honor
for each other
the foundation, never the bane
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo

Day 11 - April 11th

Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like
to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where
are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally,
physically, spiritually? And having come from there,
where are you now?

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Summer of ’74

Summer of ’74

It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops 
Spotting the pavement 
in polka dotted flair
 
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
 
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
 
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th

Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you. 


Word Prompt

Vengeance

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Unfiltered Thoughts

Unfiltered Thoughts

Innermost thoughts
Without filter
Free to flow
Wherever they may
Maddened and irascible
They come and go
 
Hungry for an outlet
to spread through the air
Finding a place to settle
Reaching out to anyone
or anything 
With the sting a nettle
 
Cantankerous
Slicing like a knife
Rousing screams
Heard above tree tops
Gratifying and satisfying
Fostering dreams
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

April is National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo

Day 9 prompt is:
Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage in another
kind of cross-cultural exercise, as it is inspired by the work of
Sei Shōnagon, a Japanese writer who lived more than 1000 years ago.
She wrote a journal that came to be known as The Pillow Book.
She recorded daily observations, court gossip, poems,
aphorisms, and musings, including lists with titles like “Things That
Have Lost Their Power,” “Adorable Things,” and “Things That Make
Your Heart Beat Faster.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own
Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you
to decide! Some of her writing


In some of her writing she could be quite caustic and offensive
with her thoughts.  I chose this dark side as my muse today.

Today's Word Prompts:

Tops
Hungry
Cantankerous

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Dreaming

Dreaming

The rain pounding
on the windows
like stones
being thrown
The branches
shook hard
and the leaves
were all blown
 
Cold and miserable
was the common
feeling of 
every day
Longing for sunshine
beaches and
swaying palms
a beach and a bay
 
Gazing into wishes
Staring out the dream
Holding desires
close to the chest
A future coming
Into focus
Escaping the misery
has become the quest
 
A wish soon
to be realized
Just a matter of
when and where
Is a gift to self
a selfish gift?
Does it really matter
and who would care?
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

National Poetry Writing Month
Sunday, April 7 - Day 

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts
and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have
anything? What would you give someone else?

Word Prompts:

Gaze

Chest

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