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Reflecting life’s struggles

The mirror was her reminder

Of the pain she had overcome

Once she had found the strength

To get out from under his thumb

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Five Lines or Less – Mirror

Thirst

Musical sound of rain
Against a corrugated roof
A wordless opera
Of drama and fraught
With worry of how to cope
What nature had brought

The planet’s frown
Sucking rain into its cracks
Giving breath to the roots
Of trees shriveling
Into dust on blistered ground
Parched and crippling

The deluge continues
Day after endless day
The energetic monsoon
Providing the needed fuel
Protecting earth’s mortality
In its season of renewal

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Words Prompts:  They were definitely not easy today but I think I managed it!

Cope

Blister, Frown, Opera

Monsoon

Energetic

Renewal

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Puzzle

Here’s the jig
There’s the saw
Another puzzle to explore

Outsides first
Fill in the middle
A 3D riddle

There’s a corner piece
Some sky over there
Easier when you share

Bridge coming together
Few pieces remain
We’re finished now let’s do it again

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Quadrille Prompt word Puzzle D-Verse Poets Pub – 44 word maximum poem

Glass

My glass half full, yours is half empty

Allowing room for more negativity

Mine is always a sunny disposition

Going against your doomsday expedition

I want to fly high with wind beneath my wings

You would rather be grounded and do other things

Differences can be healthy and normal

In our case, not so much, our conflicts have been awful

We are not twins and our interests are varied

Sometimes our interactions can be quite frenzied

Your intentions not always distinct

However your actions are succinct

There is no deadline for a resolution

Our relationship always has a stay of execution

Yet somehow we have made it work

You know you are not really a jerk

I just say that from time to time

When I think we have come off the line

We always find our way back to the center

Neither one of us is a dissenter

With your fingers on my pulse

My being you could easily convulse

You have always been my confidant

There is no one else I would rather want

Exchanging our sugarcoated sound bites

Loving each other into the night

I suggest, that as tomorrow is another day

We should just throw your glass away

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Words Prompts:

Pulse

Confidant

Deadline

Succinct

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Quarry

Deceived by your eloquence
I was swept up by your pander
Your agenda was not initially known
When I realized your plan
You did not appreciate my candor

Angered by my directness
You were no longer comfortable
Your swagger became limp
Seeing my chance to escape
I was no longer vulnerable

Escaping from your clutches
Your words were accusatory
There was anger in your eyes
Your goal would not be achieved
I would never be your quarry

Struggling to stay upright
Clawing my way through trees
Knowing the predator was on my heels
My breathing became labored
As I battled to be free

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Daily Prompts:

Quarry

Eloquence

Candor

Comfortable

 

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