The Unintentional Death of an Orchid

The Unintentional Death of an Orchid Why do they think that I must drinkI am waterlogged to the brinkMy magenta blooms do frownAs my roots will surely drownOrchids love humidityAnd never morbidityWhy do they think that I must drinkI am waterlogged to the brinkCopyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights ReservedGrace isContinue reading “The Unintentional Death of an Orchid”

Worry, Worry Not

Worry, Worry Not Today I wondered what is the point of life when repetition gives no pleasure? Wake, work, sleep Wake, work, sleep Spinning plates on the top of poles Keeping them simultaneously turning Juggling balls in the air Making it through the day only to repeat tomorrow Rolling a proverbial snowball up the hillContinue reading “Worry, Worry Not”

City of Lost Souls

City of Lost Souls The vanilla sky masked a sun desperate to break through Dreariness hung in the air like a wet blanket on hopes never to materialize Remains of life lived lay in derelict piles of rubble Dreams and memories scattered Never to be retrieved The city, a heart without a beat Ghosts ofContinue reading “City of Lost Souls”

Blood Brothers – A Quadrille

Blood Brothers My blood is your blood Our tears flow together in shared pain Toiling together our skin colors blend in earth shades from our different birthplaces My brother anger rises inside me for I bear witness to the last breath as your life slips away     Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Continue reading “Blood Brothers – A Quadrille”

Fight to the Death

Fight to the Death  You were brave and strongValiant and proudI loved you deeplyTo you I was avowedYou fought for my heartand lost your lifeYou gave everythingTo take me as your wife My life without purposeNow you have departedI wander aimlesslyLiving broken heartedI leave this roseto honor your emotionThe price you paidThe ultimate devotion Christine Bolton –Continue reading “Fight to the Death”

Neighbor

Neighbor The nondescript neighbor across the street moved today.  Sam saw the moving truck leaving the house as he came home.  He never remembered her name.  In fact he had barely had a conversation with her, other than the cursory “Good morning” if they happened to leave their respective houses at the same time.  ItContinue reading “Neighbor”