Pitch black and blinding Darkness devours Slowly suffocating Suppressing breath Starving lungs Until that prayed-for moment when, gasping for air oxygen finally reaches the brain Shaking the spirit awake to witness day-breaking sun and feel its healing powers Proving that darkest moments are always before the dawn The new day brings hope for change Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Image by Pexels from Pixabay
In dreams you come
and hide in the layers
of my mind
Nestled where
I feel your presence
and draw
from your strength
That I might find hope
with the infusion
of your love
coursing
through my veins
Knowing I am
not always alone
I sleep deep
in your comfort
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Lillian is hosting at D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with Dreams
Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
One look, one word
was all it took
to take the breath
from her body
Lifting her upwards
Floating in euphoria
High above
the kingdom
of her love
The clouds
at best trying
to poke her
back to reality
Losing the battle
as she drifted
into her dreams
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sadje’s What do you See
Word Prompts
Kingdom - Word of the Day
Breathe - RDP
Best - FOWC
Poke - JusJoJan
That rare moment
when you feel yourself
hanging between
sleep and awake
A euphoric state
you never want to end
Stopping and starting
doing a retake
Multiplying the climax
again and again
until sleep is triumphant
finally surrendering
The mind relaxes
and in dreams you travel
to another world
of visions for remembering
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Climax - Word of the Day
Rare - FOWC
Sleep - RDP
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
Today I dream
staring at the
mirror lake
I watch as a family
of eider duck
scores the glass surface
The serenity
of movement
in contrast to the
laboring below
Wishing for that
same veneer
of self confidence
While inside
quaking with fright
To project one side
while experiencing
the other
The distinction seemingly
imperceptible
My eyes look
to the drifting clouds
Where faces are
formed in the
constant motion
Colors changing
predicting
the inevitability
of rainfall
ready to release
Continuing my reverie
to the soft green
hillsides where
I imagine the
Purple heather
blanketing the
gentle slopes
dotted with wild
bushes of
golden gorse
Lost in the beauty
of the scene
Feeling peaceful
The elements
filling me with
inspiration
and hope
As always
I find answers
in my dreams
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent’s write/photo - Glass
Word Prompts
SoCS - Dream
RDP - Imperceptible
WotD - Prediction
Once when things were perfect
We would fantasize hilariously
Make up stories deliriously
Listing every aspect
To live in that cottage by the sea
We had a goal in sight
Our plans were not nebulous
Nothing we did was tenuous
For what we wanted we would fight
If anything, we were fastidious
Our life full of adventure
Dreaming boldly and big
Until you acted like a pig
Wanting release from indenture
Our love story snapped like a twig
Dreams dashed and broken
But only temporarily
I made a decision arbitrarily
Another word never spoken
I now live in that cottage by the sea
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Goal
Adventure
Cottage
Nebulous
Photo by Yoori Koo on Unsplash
Faraway in my dreams
You wait for me here
We kiss in sunlight
and then you disappear
You come and go
whenever I wish
Never staying long
Swimming away like a fish
Playfully you are the wind
Blowing up my dress
Water splashing me
Gently like a caress
Sometimes I hide
And you have to go seek
Running down the beach
While I admire your physique
My fantasy is
one day you’ll stay
Then you’ll be mine forever
and no longer faraway
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent’s Write/Photo Prompt Faraway
My name is Christine
And I am a gallivanter
As a child growing up in England a million years ago, everyone used to book their annual vacation immediately after Christmas. At the back of each newspaper and magazine there were countless advertisements for holidays abroad. You would fill in a little section of the ad with your name and address and send it with a stamped and self addressed envelope. In a few weeks you’d receive a big glossy catalogue! When I was 7 or 8 years old I used to save my pocket money and buy stamps and envelopes so I could send away for all these fabulous free books on exotic places all over the world. My mother couldn’t understand my fascination and she thought my expectations were very lofty about wanting to see the world.
It never left me though and I became addicted to gallivanting! I am fortunate in that I chose a travel industry career in sales and marketing. I worked for travel agents, a major airline and then fine hotels, ending up in private country clubs. Always working with people either planning a trip, actually traveling, or at their final destination. Of course my choices helped tremendously with the financial side of things and I was lucky enough to gallivant all over the world for next to nothing. I even ended up living overseas! I had the opportunity to follow my dream and I am a better person for it. Traveling is an eduction by itself and it teaches you to be more accepting of everyone.
Someone said once, “Show me the child at 7 and I will show you the man” (Or woman!). He was right!
Dream
I wish I could travel
To the ends of the earth
So dreamed the child
Perhaps to Cairo or Perth
Learning different languages
Colorful Bazaars
Mystical places
Why not reach for the stars
Hang on to your dreams
Keep them close to your heart
Sometimes they are all you have
While you map the chart
The world is your oyster
It presents you with a pearl
Enjoy the wanderlust
And give it a whirl
What you envisage
Usually comes true
Keep dreaming on young thing
One day you’ll be saying adieu
Christine Bolton
I’m a little late with this submission but it’s such a great word!
Gallivant Word of the (Yester)Day
There are so many people in the world who through no fault of their own go without the basic things in life. Food, shelter, love, income, family and in some cases even a country. Such hardship and suffering exists both at home and abroad. One thing they do all have is hope. Hope is omnipresent and deep within all of us. It reminds us we are alive and there is still a chance that things will get better. We cling to it as if our life depends on it because without hope there is nothing. We have all experienced some form of despair at low times and we can feel very alone. It made me realize how just simple gestures from those we know, and also from strangers, can make such a difference to our lives and ease some of the suffering. A kind thought costs us nothing neither does spending a little of our time with someone who is lonely. Sharing some food could be the difference between going to bed hungry or not for a desperate person. If we can be anything in this life, shouldn’t we be kind?
Hope
The light at the end of the tunnel
A glimmer of something outside of pain
The thread you hang on to
So life would not be in vain
A hand keeping your head above water
Someone saying a kind word
Breaking through the silence
Like the gentle song of a bird
The five dollar bill in your jeans
That made it through the wash
You’re going to make it by any means
Your dreams will not be squashed
Optimism in the face of adversity
Don’t let them ever get you down
Pessimism is not in your lexicon
A big hug to wipe away that frown
Wishes to be granted
A talk back from the ledge of despair
The kindness of those you don’t know
Who will send up a prayer
A good wish from a stranger
Someone aware of your heartache
A basket of food left at your door
Or perhaps a homemade cake
These gestures are so small to many
But those who are down on their luck
Will absorb them like a sponge
Because that’s all they have to get unstuck
Sometimes hope is all we have
When times make it hard to cope
Life can take more that it will give
But in the end there is always hope
Christine Bolton