Cloud Cover

Cloud Cover


A cover of darkness
Across the evening sun
Clouds forming shadows
A look of linen homespun
 
Grey lined with silver
A token resistance
To the black blanket’s
Impending persistence
 
Magnificent painted sky
A kaleidoscope of watercolors
Each evening a different palette
To guide home the sailors
 
Puffed and looking weightless
Providing shade when in motion
Sometimes crying with rain
Giving to the earth with devotion
 
The ever-changing canvas
of clouds in their splendor
To be a prisoner of their beauty
I would gladly surrender
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo/Write Prompt - Clouds

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End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

End


Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face paralyzed in hardness
 
In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb
 
I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection
 
I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete
 
Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew
 
Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell
 
They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate
 
I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Oath

Detrimental

Corpulent

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Rules Change

Rules Change


When did you stop caring
Wondering how your actions
and all the distractions
would ultimately affect me
 
So caught up in your own drama
Impossible to see another’s pain
Blinded by your own disdain
This is not how it should be
 
Putting my feelings in boxes
As if that’s where they belong
Expecting me to play along
Yet you threw away the key
 
You have become a caricature
An ugly distorted likeness
Our relationship is now in crisis
Your indulgence being free
 
You have become such a fool
Creating a tradition
and showing no contrition
There will be no more you and me
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Boxing

Caricature

Tradition

Indulgence

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One Liner Wednesday

Good morning! I do hope everyone is enjoying the holiday and did not let it stress you out too much. Just so you know you are not alone I’m sharing this One Liner with you.

Have a great day!

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday






	    

Good Samaritan

Good Samaritan

 
Her footprints left tracks
on the snowy road
The frost clung to the trees
Her gait began to slow
 
The journey was challenging
She hadn’t come very far
Looking behind her
She could see her car
 
Why had she been negligent
Letting it run out of gas
In her haste to get to her destination
She had created this impasse
 
Something up ahead shone bright
But then seemed to disappear
She regarded it as a guiding light
and began to persevere
 
Intrigued by the light
She was drawn to its brightness
Pushing on in the crisp air
A beacon in the whiteness
 
She missed her footing
Falling to the ground
Crying out in pain
No one there to hear the sound
 
She lay in the snow
for what seemed an age
No traffic passed by
Her decision had not been sage
 
Through the falling snow
She saw the light glow brighter
As fatigued as she was
Her heart felt lighter
 
She could not see a face
As the shadow appeared
She sensed a feeling of peace
and was not afeared
 
She looked up and saw
a man with a big white beard
He was wearing a red velvet suit
No, this is too weird
 
I saw you struggle, said he
I brought you what you need
Let’s go and fill up your car
So you can proceed
 
He helped her into the sleigh
and clicked at the reindeer
A feeling of harmony encircled her
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 


Word Prompts:

Harmony

Frost

Intrigue

Snowy

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