Never Liked You

Never Liked You

You are big and 
quite beautiful
to look at
The color of your skin
can sometimes
play trickery
Fooling us to what
is inside
Shades of yellow
and sometimes
Dark red
You sound like
you know who you are
but you confuse us
with your name
You look so sweet
and tantalizing
but you are
invariably sour
and can be quite nasty
I am sad to say
that I have
never liked you
and never will
I don’t know why
others find you
so special
You might be a fruit
but you are no grape
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Lisa from Tao Talk is guest hosting
at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted
us to write about food.
Great to have you hosting Lisa!

Thief

Thief

He hides beneath his black cloak
A thief, corrupt in his actions
Seeing only the glitter
Shining bright
Appealing, flashy
Preying on innocence
 
He steals from the naive
the needy and the oblivious
Smelling their fear and insecurity
Knowing when to strike
Feeding on their vulnerability 
and without penitence

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's weekly
Write/Photo Challenge
- Photo of Magpie
 

Singing Myself to Death – An Insect Story – Haibun

I love the story of the Cicada. That elusive insect you never actually see but hear it at night making its glorious sound in the trees.

The female Cicada lays her eggs in a crevice she makes in tree limbs. Once hatched, they look like an ant or termite and feed on tree fluids. When ready they drop to the ground and burrow down to live on tree roots for up to 17 years before reappearing as adults. Their life above ground is relatively short. They come out to mate and the they literally sing themselves to death.

The only Cicadas I have ever seen are dead ones on the ground. It makes me so sad when I hear them as I know they will not be here much longer.


The Cicada - a Haiku

Seventeen long years
underground then I appear
and sing to my death


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Kim, from writing in North Norfolk is hosting
at D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted
us with insects

Image by parlansky from Pixabay 

There is more information online at https://www.cicadamania.com/ and here is a YouTube of them singing:



Emergence

Emergence

Wistful thoughts
Do not satisfy
The hunger inside of me
Dark, corrupt images
Feed the fire of discontent
As I battle to be

Breathe in, breathe out
One day at a time
Clarity to help me see
A butterfly emerging
In a moment of beauty
Forgetting the struggle to be free


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts 

Corrupt - RDP
Wistful - FOWC
Hunger - WotD

Song Lyric Sunday – Homeward Bound

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adam’s prompted us with songs about trains. I chose Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel as the opening line is “I was sitting in the railway station with a ticket to my destination” The song was beautifully written by Paul Simon, one of my favorite poets, and performed with Art Garfunkel. The harmonies are exquisite. It is a timeless song and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Lyrics
Homeward Bound


I'm sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon

Homeward Bound lyrics © Universal Music
Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Distraction

Distraction

In my languor
He would haunt my dreams
and distract my days
Forever in my mind
Lingering in thoughts
Moving in mysterious ways
 
An initial inclination of the head
A gesture and an uncertain smile
Developing into a greeting
Conversation begun
Interaction and engagement
Anticipating the next meeting
 
Now he resides in my head
and imagination
Where I can summon him at will
to fulfill my fantasies
and wishes to come true
My beating heart never still

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Languor - RDP
Initial - WotD
Image by Alexandra Haynak from Pixabay 
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