Tag: Dark

Market

Market

From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak

As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds

Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife

The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender

Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses

Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long

An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Sonorous

Hirsute

Eager

Alliance

Adopt

 

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Fight

Fight

I choose no fight
Portraying only composure
When you are less than happy
I feel trapped in this enclosure

Nothing can lift your darkness
No matter how I endeavor
Angry at the world
Aiming at whomever

Your words delivered
With such fervor
Those that hear them
Display a shiver

Eyes blinded in rage
Not seeing where your words fall
Nothing can stop this onslaught
We are heading for a brawl

My only defense is offence
Fight is necessary to survive
You’ve put me in a corner
There is no time to contrive

I will come out swinging
It is the only way I know
Whose voice is louder
Such pain to bestow

The battle of words continues
There are no winners or losers
It continues for several days
This championship of accusers

A road to nowhere
Why do we insist on going
Taking us down the dark path
The destination unknowing

When will it end
For it most surely should
I am all cried out now
It has done neither of us any good

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge Fervor

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Satin

Satin

Caressing my mind
Conveying your lies
Your velvet tongue
Devouring the prize

Murmurs in silk
Smooth and sensuous
A charade acted out
The ending treacherous

Satin words
With claws of rust
Etched into my heart
It was a breach of trust

With silver charm
And a propensity for deceit
Another conquest was yours
Corpse at your feet

Overwhelmed by your audacity
Naïveté notwithstanding
Your intentions toward me
Were not a misunderstanding

Distinctly seeing
The tenacity of your intent
I am no fool of yours
And make clear my discontent

Slink off into the darkness
Trophy in hand
The ending of the story
Was just as you planned

Christine Bolton

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This is written in response to The Tales from the mind of Kristian Word Prompt: Satin

Dark versus Light

 

Being a fairly new blogger some of you are slowly getting to know me through my poetry and things I care deeply about.  Looking back through the work that I have yet to share with you, it is clear that my writing stems from experiencing some dark moments in my life.  To me it was a therapeutic way to deal with life’s challenges. Although I have included some of these darker poems in my recent posts, I have certainly tried lately to lighten the mood with some sweeter sounding prose.   I have been using the Daily Prompts from WordPress to ignite something inside me and send me on a creative path.  I think it has been working, as I would never have thought to write anything entitled ‘Archaic’ but I did and I was quite pleased with the result!

As I am at a happy point in my life I have started to write some more enlightening poetry and hope you will enjoy it.  My intention is to post at least one uplifting poem a week just so you know I’m not a totally miserable wreck of a person!

I still truly believe that there are many benefits to writing out your thoughts, good and bad, Whether you write in a journal or put your words into poetry it can have a healing effect.  It has helped me my whole life and I’m not going to stop anytime soon.

Thanks for listening and hope you enjoy my writing.

Below is something lighthearted.

Love is Alive and Well

Yes it’s me I’m still here
You thought I had suffocated
As it happens I am alive and well
News of my demise has been grossly overrated

I am here once more
On display In all my splendor
Words of spoken passion and undying devotion
Always wondrous and tender

I am love and I conquer all
So they always say
I shoot a transfusion to your heart
So you know you’re alive for another day

Although I can be broken and stomped on
More times than you will ever know
I can also be buried deep down
And refuse to come out fearing another blow

My resilience is remarkable
Although I sometimes refuse to believe
That I can still be alive after so much pain
So for me you should surely grieve

At times I choose to hibernate
In my prepared burrow
It protects me and keeps me safe
When I fear of letting go

As Love I get to live another day
Being always brave and fearless
Laying it out there and you will point your arrows
And I will forever show you forgiveness

Christine Bolton

Where there is love there is life. Mahatma Gandhi

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The Dark Mind

The Dark Mind

Why is it possible for someone, who appears to have everything, to be depressed?  Why does this happen to people who, to those looking in, seem so happy and content with their lives?

At times in our lives we have all experienced a form of depression and for the most part we understand what has been the cause.  Severe emotional distress can send us spiraling downwards.  While some of us manage to bounce back from isolated incidents with rational thinking and processing, many cannot do so. Depression can manifest itself in many different ways and is easily mistaken for tiredness, laziness and even rudeness.  Finding any one thing to pinpoint the cause of depression can also be confusing for the sufferer.  Like many other disorders, clinical depression falls on a continuum, from mild to moderate to severe. A mildly depressed person might feel badly a lot of the time but manage to keep up appearances, whereas a severely depressed person often can’t drag himself or herself out of bed.

I too have had moments of deep sadness, loneliness and confusion but I was fortunate in that I found my way out of the tunnel by writing. I do know someone who suffers from inexplicable depression at times.  They find it difficult to explain to non-sufferers and would like nothing more than to be free of those dark feelings.

Below is a poem that I wrote some years ago to describe how I was feeling.  It was a confusing and difficult time for me.  The writing helped and I encourage anyone struggling with feelings of sadness to do the same.  It does not have to take the poetic form; it can be a journal entry where you just let the pain or confusion you are feeling to spill on to a page.  I always find it beneficial to keep writing and not stop until I have exorcised all my thoughts.  Depression however is a very serious condition and I do not want to make light of it.  If you know of someone who is suffering with depression or anxiety please urge him or her to get professional help.

I hope in some small way that you will find this helpful.

Thank you for reading.

Christine

The Dark Mind

I wake with the cloud over my head
I think perhaps it is fear
Which sucks me into the abyss
Where it is impossible to navigate
The way back to sanity

I do not understand
I’m not sure what to do
I must leave this place
And exorcise these feelings
Of impending disaster and failure

My gloomy thoughts need obscurity
The desire for solitude calls me outside
To the soothing blackness of the night
A chill is in the air
And the rain falls in silence

Darkness comes quickly, consuming me
Casting a shadow on the beauty
That is my life
I walk quickly bracing against
The unexpected sudden chill

Collecting the somber thoughts in my head
I ask why does this happen
When everything is so perfect?
There is no reason for my complicated state
So why do I have to carry this albatross on my back?

With a resentful tolerance and
Comprehension of my shortfalls
I accept what is not perfect in me
Knowing there is no explanation
So I will send this unwanted burden on its way

Christine Bolton

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