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Daily Haiku – Mon. December 7, 2020
Tag: feelings
Longing
Longing through her tears
She sees the child with no fears
A vision in a dress of blue
A pretty ribbon in her hair
A photo taken with care
Capturing the early morning hue
Standing by her mother with pride
Family dog sitting on the other side
She looks lovingly at the image
Yearning for that period of purity
Representing her cherished security
A familiar landscape to envisage
Safe holding her mother’s hand
Happy to be in her wonderland
A place where someone hears her cry
The dog loved and never forgot
Colorful flowers in their pretty pots
A vivid recollection in her memory
The grass so green and mowed fresh
Sunlight peeking through gossamer mesh
Are these just ghosts from the past
That are summoned on command
To rejuvenate the soul and understand
Bringing her needed comfort at long last
Precious moments captured
Were too soon fractured
Locked in a paper memory
Bad experiences tend to stay
Happy memories fade away
Innocence remembered in a reverie
Dreams were forgotten
As lives turned rotten
With the passing of years
Happiness a lesson hard to revince
Lost in feelings unable to convince
Anything wished for just disappears
Christine Bolton
Fandango one word challenge: Lesson
Circle of Life
I’m a little late with this poem for the Word of The Day Challenge on June 20, but hope you enjoy it.
Circle of Life
From first breath
Anticipation
Mouth open
Seeking mother’s breast
Confirmation
Christmas coming
Anticipation
Gifts under the tree
Santa is on his way
Gratification
Puppy love
Anticipation
Love at first sight
Heart is broken
Devastation
Walk down the aisle
Anticipation
Love forever
Happy ever after
Excitation
Baby on the way
Anticipation
Names on a list
Which to choose
Rationalization
Future to share
Anticipation
Sharing life
A growing family
Dedication
Broken agreements
Anticipation
Heartache to come
No relief in sight
Humiliation
Alone again
Anticipation
What to do now
Where to go
Devastation
Christine Bolton
Word of the Day Challenge: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/06/20/anticipation/
Downward Spiral
The feeling of hopelessness
Covers me in its dark shroud
I am dragged into this pit
Of gloom and I go willingly
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion has become a familiar companion
On my journey into this wilderness
Clarity is nowhere to be found
As I stumble on the rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
My life has put me here
Spiraling downward out of control
I reach for something to break my fall
Words of reason are lost in this fog
Incomprehensibly jumbled and out of my grasp
My ascent from this purgatory
Is hindered by such feelings of despondency
With my energy drained
I fear I will drown in my misery
In time the greyness of the sky
Pulls me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe again
Christine Bolton
My Reality Check
Travel Is Good For The Soul
I can’t believe it has been a month since my last (first) blog! I had the good fortune to travel to Switzerland and Italy and remember what it is like to be European. Having lived in the USA for half of my life I am sometimes confused internally where I actually hail from. I usually know the moment I arrive as it feels as if someone has taken my hand and said “welcome home”. It’s like putting on a comfortable pair of shoes or running into an old friend. I feel grounded.
The cleanliness of Switzerland and the efficiency of its people reminded me of their sensibility. A time and place for everything, courtesy is given and expected in return, attention is paid to how one dresses and subsequently perceived. It is proper and civilized and a reminder of how things used to be.
Italy was like being welcomed home by your mother. Warm and wonderful with no shortage of good food! A healthy respect for family and heritage. If I feel starved of culture living in Florida, then a visit to this little country possessing more World Heritage Sites than any other, certainly took care of that for me!
So why am I sharing this with you? This trip touched my heart and soul and in a strange way it brought me peace. Sometimes our heads are so full of our responsibilities that we feel that we might just explode. No matter how busy we are, how big our workload, how little time we have to just be ourselves, how hurt we can feel at low points in our lives, it is knowing that there are options to help our healing. There is only so much we can do for others and because we are stretched we forget to take care of ourselves. Taking a walk to blow off the cobwebs, even if it’s in the rain. Visiting a museum or gallery and appreciating a piece of artwork. Observing other families and how they interact with each other. All of these suggestions work for me but one of my favorites is to pick up a journal or notebook and begin writing. It is portable and it is something that can go with you anywhere.
Our words are our power and the written word gives us the ability to heal ourselves from within. It is an outlet for frustrations and fears and a platform for our feelings. Just by going through the motions of laying it out on paper we are opening our minds to possible answers.
Thank you for reading my blog. Until the next time …
Christine Bolton
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The Wait
THE WAIT
I have searched for you
in my life
Knowing you were always there
dancing around me
but never my partner
Passing by me
invisible to the eye
So many years growing
and learning apart
Not seeing you
but knowing you
Feeling you
without your touch
Wishing for you
to hold my hand
in life
To dry my tears
Where were you?
Why did I not
know you before?
Our lives to be lived
separately
for reasons we do not know
You are the piece
that was missing
The Yang to my Yin
The start and the finish
You finally heard my cry
You have come to me
And you have
taken my heart
Replacing the emptiness
that was always there
You have filled my senses
and now
you live with my soul
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©