Blind To Me
Why don’t you see me
I carry the flag for you
How clear can it be
I am neither a spectre
Nor am I invisible
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #23 – See Me
Tag: blind
Date
Date
Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain
Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed
“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date
They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk
Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss
It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain
After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss
The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry
Photo by Nathan Walker on Unsplash
Independence
I must admit, not being a born American, I have always had a problem with July 4th, Independence Day. I just never quite got the hang of it! Thanksgiving was much easier. It was like Christmas only earlier.
However this year it is much more meaningful. Not because of the food and fireworks, but because of what independence and freedom means. I was not a refugee and I had no language barriers, so for all intents and purposes it should have been an easy transition, right? Yes, the paperwork and interviews etc. were easy. But leaving behind family and friends was daunting even for an adventurer like me. Immigration can be quite an isolating experience.
So this year as I witness the cruel and unusual treatment the immigrants are receiving at our borders, I feel ashamed. How could this wonderful country, which opened it arms to me and the people from the other 84 nations that stood next to me at my naturalization ceremony, behave in such a way? Babies, yes babies, torn away from their mothers and put in cages. It is truly shocking. These immigrants are just wanting a better and safe life for their families. They are escaping tyranny and dictators. A concept hard for the average American to wrap his arms around.
So on this day of independence try and put yourself in someone else’s shoes, for just a moment. Imagine their plight, their heartache and their longing for independence and be grateful for what we have.
Thank you for listening.
Today’s poem is in response to Word of the Day Challenge – Independence
Independence
Not American born
I come from overseas
An immigrant you would say
With no communicable disease
I am white and English speaking
What could be better than that
I do not look at it that way
I am no aristocrat
The plight of immigrants today
So poor as a church mouse
Treated like animals
Waiting for the slaughter house
They want what we have
There is no villainy
As did your forefathers
They escape the tyranny
If you can be anything
Be thoughtful and kind
It’s the independence they crave
Lady Justice is blind
Christine Bolton
Flabbergasted
Shock and Awe
How can this be?
You have done it again
And made a fool out of me
I never see it coming
Always blind to your charms
I am jelly at the knees
And welcome you to my arms
Why do I not realize
How you can be so devious
I really am pathetic
Is it so obvious
I am an easy prey
For your wickedry
How your mind works
Will always flabbergast me
A poor excuse for a man
You are such a parasite
Feeding off others
As if it’s all right
You take what satisfies you
Shameless and selfish
My anger toward you
Bordering on hellish
Enough is enough
I can take you no more
Stay away from me
And never darken my door
Christine Bolton