I am a Rock

I am a Rock

This small round stone
Has warmed in my hand
It is smooth and colorful
From where did it come?
Perhaps the hinterland

How did it get here?
Who has held too?
Was it part of something
much bigger
Or just a rock in the fescue?

Energy from the pebble
Is soothing my soul
I am connected to nature
At peace with myself
And feeling ultimately whole

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’Verse Poets Tuesday Challenge from Sarah Mindfulness

We were asked to hold an object for a period of time and then write about it.

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Trespass

Trespass

Your migration into my heart
is a violation of the sweetest kind
I can barely concentrate
I am going out of my mind

In the rubric of my desires
you appear so many times
The quintessential lover
Committing the ultimate crime

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Prompts:

Migration

Rubric

Violation

Quintessential

Concentrate

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Unsafe Harbor – A Quadrille

Unsafe Harbor

You promised to love me

and to protect me always

Through thick and thin

for the rest of our days

 

However you lied to me

and my heart was broken

I harbor no ill will toward you, but

another word will never be spoken

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’verse Poets Monday Quadrille Challenge by Lillian –  Harbor

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title)

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Freedom

Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy

She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall

Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return

Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage

Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Quaint

Taciturn

Personal

Solo

Go Dog Go Cafe – Promote Yourself Monday

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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018

Autumn

Acorns crunching under feet

Squirrels making a hasty retreat

Leaves of different colors fallen

This is now the season of Autumn

Humidity has finally left the air

The sun lies lower with less of a glare

A crispness now freshens the landscape

Summer has finally found her escape

Flower petals dying out on stems

Fall winds will perform the cleanse

Miles of fields recently mowed

Lined with hay rolls of colored gold

Illuminating the glorious landscape

Nature beginning to take shape

Sheaves of wheat standing propped

Not a sign of any left uncropped

A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch

Happy children hoping to catch

the biggest they can find

For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed

Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks

Costume considerations and rosy cheeks

Trick or treats

Lots of sweets

Bottles of cider from apple orchards

Do clocks go back or forwards?

Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie

Family visits and stomachs to satisfy

Obsequious children asking for cookies

Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies

Football games on television

When do we eat? Such indecision

Remembering what we are thankful for

Never forgetting those who went before

Dedications and gratitude

Private moments of solitude

A season of harvest and plenty to share

Someone is hungry in the world out there

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Obsequious

Illuminate

Bottle

Dedicate

Panoply

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Song Lyric Sunday – Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne is one of my most favorite singers.  The words to this song, Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate, are quite poetic and poignant.  It was featured on his album, The Pretenders, in 1976.  The video has an introduction from Bonnie Raitt.

In response to Helen Vahdati’s prompt Sleep for Song Lyric Sunday

Enjoy your Sunday!

 

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Sleep’s Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where my life will lead me
Waiting to pass under Sleep’s dark and silent gate

I found my love too late
Running around day after day
Looking for the time to play
While my old friends slipped away

Never should have had to try so hard
To make a love work out, I guess
I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness
But the times when we were happy
Were the times we never tried

Sitting down by the highway
Looking down the road
Waiting for a ride
I don’t know where I’ve been
Wishing I could fly away
Don’t know where I’m going
Wishing I could hide
Oh God this is some shape I’m in
When the only thing that makes me cry
Is the kindness in my baby’s eye

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where the years have gone
They have all passed under
Sleep’s dark and silent gate

Jackson Browne

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