Broken Promises

Broken Promises

Following every word of love spoken
Savoring each syllable and sentence
Little did I know my heart would be broken
and you would show no repentance  
We lay in splendor of verdant grass
In the beauty of a pastoral idyll
My world to shatter like crystal glass
When in my head all things were bridal 
Believing all the things you said
I let you take from me what was priceless
Am I such a fool so easily led?
Yes, and I find myself voiceless 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

84 words

In response to Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
Idyll - 84 Words


Image by 412designs from Pixabay 



Breathe in, breathe out
you’ll be okay
Keep walking forward
There is not much to say
It couldn’t have been
any more awkward
Yes, I am young
Inexperienced in love
and still quite green
But who could have known?
that he was a man with a wife
and she caused a terrible scene 
She called me names
that I know I am not
while he stood there silent
Speechless and hurt
I was very afraid
she would get violent
He did nothing to help
Letting me take her barrage
He was the one to blame
I left in tears, my heart broken
He, a liar, a cheat, a seducer
Yet I am the one bearing shame
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V.Js Weekly Challenge - Green

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie First Line Friday
"Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll be okay"

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay



You are lonely you say, but you are with me
Settling for the status quo, you say, but you are with me

You are not where you want to be
Not alone, but not with me
Enamored with the thought of being with someone
But not with me
You had it once before, you said
But not with me

Is it a dream or a wish that you have?
But never of me
Maybe a desire for someone, anyone
But not for me
Am I a just a convenience? A replacement?
Sorry, that’s not me

I am not what you want
Because I am me

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by
Natálie Šteyerová from Pixabay 
Grace at D'Verse Poets is supporting our Poetry Form Ghazal which was hosted by Gay Cannon two weeks ago.  
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name… The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.



As the evening sun
takes its final breath
of the day
the dappled grey sky
edged in silver
lights the way
Silhouetted birds
flying high above their
disappearing shadows
Darkness falls
and the moon rises
over flowering meadows
Cool evening air
with a gentle wind
rustling the trees
Sounds of the night
calming and comforting
A natural tease
Softly the rain comes
dampening dried earth
Paying penance to the sun
By first morning light
needed nurture complete
and the work is done
Flowers kissed with dew
reaching up to the dawn
The world awakens
Birdsong fills the air
as animals graze
The cycle unshaken
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Challenge Write/Photo

Word Prompts:



Wherever You Will Go

Wherever You Will Go

My child
from long before I saw you
I loved you
we were contiguous
connected biologically
and therefore emotionally
We will always be connected
No matter where
on this earth we will be
I will feel your joy
and also, your pain
Your blood coursing in my veins
The one thing in my life
of which I am proud
giving life to you
So you could
spread your wings
and do amazing things
When I am gone
Who will light your shadows?
If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I’ll go wherever you will go
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poetics and has asked us
to share a song that has brought us to tears, and write a poem
about it. I have chosen a song called "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling. It reminds me of my son when he was a teenager and how, as a parent, I wanted to protect him, always. I cry whenever I hear it. In the last stanza of my poem I have used some words from the song.
Below is the video. I hope you enjoy it.


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