Reassessment

Reassessment

The chill in the room was Arctic
but the exercise would be cathartic
A time to think
Away from the cacophony
leaning on my philosophy
to find the missing link

Questioning your commitment
and sounding flippant
A familiar chime
Needing space to mull things over
To heal from this wretched hangover
Just give me some time

We’ve been chasing out tails
Taking wind from each other’s sails
Stop the merry-go-round
Moving one step back
to get back on track
Turning things around

Pressing the reset button
Nothing will be forgotten
A chance to take a breath
The relationship has become discordant
Discover what is really important
It will not be the dance of death

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Flippant

Chime

Over

Arctic

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Song Lyric Sunday – Take

This week Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt is Take or Taking.

There are many songs to choose from, some are my own favorites, but I’m trying not to be too obvious.  The first one that sprung into my head was Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart by the iminitable Janis Joplin.  Here it is and hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Lyrics
Take Another Little Piece of My Heart
Janis Joplin

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Didn’t I make you feel like you were the only man – yeah!
An’ didn’t I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?
Honey, you know I did!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I’ve had enough,
But I’m gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it if it makes you feel good,
Oh, yes indeed.

You’re out on the streets looking good,
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain’t right,
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Babe, and I cry all the time!
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can’t stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sing it once again.

I’ll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c’mon now.
Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.
You know you got it – whoahhhhh!!

Take it!
Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

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Words (2)

Words (2)

The pen is my instrument

And life my mentor

An extraordinary journey

Questioning what’s in store

A burgeoning dream

To heal our pain

Writing about fears

Sheltering from the rain

Exorcising demons

With our blood for ink

Pulling me back

From teetering on the brink

We may heal ourselves

From the wounds of misery

The pen is mightier than the sword

and it inflicts no injury

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts

Burgeon

Mentor

Extraordinary

Instrument

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Jerk

Jerk

What I ask is the point

To do what will disappoint

Why would you pour oil on a bonfire

When you know what will transpire

You actually enjoy being

The one always disagreeing

An onslaught of peppered criticisms

When no one wants your idealisms

You would bask in your own glory

While delivering a sad sob story

Public enemy number one

Never wanting to be outdone

Your motto is to never snooze

If you do you might lose

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed.  I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …

let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway

– all you own is yourself

It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk

Point

Bonfire

Bask

Snooze

Public

Onslaught

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Eyes Wide Open – Week #17

Good Saturday morning!

The weather this week was amazing.  Late October, early November and the temperatures were in the mid 80s during the day and 70s at night.  Finally the humidity has gone and we are enjoying Florida outdoors.

This week I went to the park on the Bayfront to see what was happening.  As you can see from the photos it was a glorious day.

Enjoy your Saturday!

 

An interesting sculpture

A nautical distance marker on the walking trail

Part of the dolphin fountain

Not a cloud in sight and the skyline reflected in the water 

This guy saw me photographing him and offered to do a few more moves.

What was I going to say? No?

Some tourists taking a Segway Tour

Bougainvillea climbing the entrance gate. So colorful

 

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Circles

Circles

Friday comes once more 
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear 
When I see your face

Your return will
Take the oxygen 
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry

Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain

This cycle of expectancy
And torture 
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly 
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Friday

Taint

Excruciating

Dry

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