Alone

Alone

 

The moon is still dark

Where you once stood

Refusing to shine its light

Hiding under the cloud’s hood

The days are long

Nights full of shadows

You will never return

I am left to suppose

 

Emptiness lives where

My heart used to be

It went with you

When you chose to flee

Leaving me alone

Stripped of my soul

Naked and in darkness

It has taken its toll

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #62 – The moon is dark

Photo by Zohre Nemati on Unsplash

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Song Lyric Sunday – Soul

Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday  this week is SOUL.

My first thoughts were to go for the soul songs of the 60s.  Sam and Dave, Wilson Picket, Otis Redding etc. but I opted for Van Morrison’s song Soul.  The lyrics are his beautiful poetry …

Soul is a feeling, feeling deep within
Soul is not the color of your skin
Soul is the essence, essence from within”
It is where everything begins

It is the right choice for me.

Have a great day!

Lyrics

Soul

Van Morrison

Soul is a feeling, feeling deep within
Soul is not the color of your skin
Soul is the essence, essence from within
It is where everything begins

Soul is what you’ve been through
What’s true for you
Where you going to
What you’re gonna do

Soul is your station for the folk of your nation
Something that you wear with pride
Soul can be your vision or something that is hidden
It’s not something that you gotta hide

Soul is what you’ve been through
What’s true for you
Where you going to
What you’re gonna do

Soul can be your station for the folk of your nation
Something that you wear with pride
Soul can be your vision it can be your religion
Something that you just can’t hide

Soul is a feeling, feeling deep within
Soul is not the color of your skin
Soul is the essence, essence from within
Soul is where everything begins

Songwriters: Van Morrison

Soul lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Luring

Luring

I am your muse
Your creativity needs me
I feel your love enticing
Guiding me by whatever means
Luring and mesmerizing

Your tactile artistry
Cries out to touch
Feeling my skin
So it may infuse energy
to your hands
Rendering delicious sin

Take me to the heights
of your madness
Exhaust me with your ardency
Torture me with your creations
Use me, love me, keep me
With a sense of urgency

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Tactile

Means

Guide

Muse

Photo by Logan Lambert on Unsplash

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Eyes Wide Open – Week #18

Good morning!

I hope you had an enjoyable week.  For part of my week I was in Washington DC enjoying some beautiful autumn colors and the opportunity to visit the Smithsonian’s African American Museum. Trust me it is not easy to get tickets. You have to be determined and diligent and once you have your day and time slot, whenever that is – GO!  We built our weekend around ours and it did not disappoint. The building alone was magnificent. An architectural beauty incorporating an African design.  Starting on the bottom floor of the museum and working your way up to the top, you have an insight to the pain and suffering endured from the time of kidnapping and slavery to modern day achievements and success.  It was highly emotional for me and there were many tears shed by men and women alike during our visit.  I hope if you visit DC you find the time to visit this very special place.

Enjoy your Saturday!

A beautiful and chilly Fall day in DC

Dr. Martin Luther King’s Memorial. I loved the way this looks like he is
part of the mountain

Jefferson, a beautiful wordsmith, but still a slave owner.  Each brick
in this photo represents a slave he owned with their names inscribed

Washington Monument

A fun sculpture in our hotel

If you like having a cocktail al fresco, this is a nice and warm way to do it
when it’s freezing outside!  Complete with heater.

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The Edge of Being

The Edge of Being

 

She flirted with the ocean

Standing on the rocks

Daring it to dress her

With its beauty

Take her completely

Into its arms

And hold her down

Until she could breathe

No more

She teased and begged

For the attention

Wishing to surrender

To its power

Her lover not receptive

 

On this dark broody night

The velvet sky pushed

Back the curtain of clouds

And the wind halted

The angry ocean

Slowed its breath

And whispered softly

To her

Do not tempt me anymore

I will not take you this night

You are using me

To dull your pain

I will wash it away

So you may live another day

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to DVerse Poets Bjorn’s Metaphor Challenge

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

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Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

As I look from the train
at the rolling countryside
I see a highway of crosses
Stark white against green
A remembrance of losses

Mile after mile of heartache
In peaceful Normandy
Graves of courageous soldiers
Laid to rest with poppy wreaths
The weight of nations on their shoulders

Lives relinquished
in fierce battles
For the right of freedom
Brave men who fought valiantly
Facing the murdering demon

A feeling of numbness
and a deep sense of melancholy
Reflecting on the waste
of thousands of lives
Realizing this was a just foretaste

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge

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