Heart

If the heart is a muscle
How can it break?
In a thousand pieces
A constant ache

Shattered like glass
Trodden into the ground
Slashing life’s tires
Irreparable and profound

Ripped apart over and again
Miraculously repairing
Growing larger than before
Open to more exploring

Never forever broken
A heart always repairs
Life’s great mystery
Meant to be shared

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’Verse Unseen Things

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Senses of Summer

The scent of gardenias
Floating on late afternoon air
Sweetly fragrant and tender
Nothing can compare

Spanish Moss hanging in dreadlocks
On the old Rastafarian Oak
Summer warmed earth
No need for a hooded cloak

Monarchs fluttering here and there
Squirrels flying from tree to tree
Water trickling over rocks
Babbling stream to the sea

Brightness of tropical flowers
Flourishing in their colorful glory
Dramatic blossoms from lush foliage
For our pleasure contributory

Pelicans gliding above the water
Ready to dive when the moment is right
Something spied for their supper
No time to consider the fish’s plight

Peaceful moments spent on the dock
Boats parading along the water
Music floating across the air
A young couple with daughter

Sun’s rays kissing the skin
Freckling the nose
Walking slowly along the beach
Sand between the toes

Sandpipers scurrying
Avoiding the tide
Children playing
In sand liquefied

Random driftwood scattered
A horseshoe crab’s empty shell
Sandcastles left in ruins
A discarded bathing suit with a story to tell

Treasured moments to keep
In memories deep in time
Almost worth the winter freeze
To sip the last of the summer wine

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Kayla Ann’s End of Summer Poetry Contest:Senses of Summer

Word of the Day Photo Prompt Fragrant

Rag Tag Prompt Play

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Fearless

A fearless warrior
Alone in her plight
Fighting for their existence
No one to help her and the child
Determined to go the distance

She walked through fire
but was not burnt by it
She circled her wagons
With her never ending fury
She slayed the dragons

She would fight tigers
For she was a mother
Crossing her you cannot afford
For the life of her daughter
She would fall on her sword

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48

Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it

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Saddened

My heart is heavy again today

It feels like pain will never go away

I was doing so well

Never hearing the warning bell

My world suddenly on its end

I look to you but you will not bend

Your actions provoke

Even when nothing is spoke

Goading for a reaction

I’m innocent, rejecting the accusation

This treatment I cannot abide

I just want to run away and hide

I am walking aimlessly in a minefield

Where your weapons you do wield

There is no middle ground

It’s as if we have drowned

I go into survival mode

My livelihood is about to unfold

I must walk away from you

If it is the last thing I ever do

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompt Abide

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