Senryu Your essence remains In the spaces between us A bridge I can cross Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Friday December 2, 2022
Tag: essence
Daily Haiku – Sat. May 7, 2022
Senryu The essence of you Is all around me right here Always lingering Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Lover’s Legacy
Lover’s Legacy
I bury my face in your shirt
Smelling your cologne
Still lingering on the fabric
Laundered clean since then
Yet you are there touching my senses
The ritual almost tantric
Coffee brewing in the pot
Kitchen filled with a glorious aroma
Morning smells familiar of you
Fresh baked bread and soft butter
Roses picked fresh from the garden
Sweet and fragrant still covered in dew
If love had a scent
It would bear your name
Your essence is omnipresent
Each room I wander into
Provoking memories of you
But you are now absent
As always lost in my reverie
Dreaming of what we once had
and wondering why it went wrong
Did I become invisible by loving you
And you could no longer see me
Or did you never quite belong
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Gina’s Challenge – Comfort Smell – at D’Verse Poets
Musical Notes – Tanka
Musical Notes
Staring at the moon
Looking for answers to life
Like a lover scorned
The soulful cello awoke
Your essence was there once more
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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In responce to OctPoWriMo Challenge Notes – a Tanka
The challenge suggested using notes that we keep to prompt our writing. I always have the sound of the cello in my head and had made some notes about how it made me feel.
Gone
Gone
No more black and white
Just shadows of grey
Direction is no longer clear
Since you went away
Numerous times
I question why
You left so suddenly
But never a reply
A ghost like presence
Where you once were
Never again
To darken my door
Your essence everywhere
Woven into my life
Carrying it in my body
Twisting against the knife
Your voice lingering
In the empty room
Not answering my words
Nothing left to exhume
Bravado my new guise
Not wishing to show anguish
Reflexive responses
In my misery I languish
A sense of foreboding
You will never return
Life with you
I will have to unlearn
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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