Tag: #FOWC

Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice

The moment had come
as the sun broke the night
An orange sphere rising 
The first of summer light
 
They danced in the circle
Flowers woven in their hair
Among the ancient stones
In each hand a burning flare
 
Kneeling at earth’s altar
Chanting a prayer in rhyme
Celebrating Midsummer
Marking the passage of time
 
 
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Faceless

Faceless

They called her sister
but a sibling she was not
Her personality hidden
 
Not permitted to show
what she had and
a label was forbidden
 
An angel in costume
Nourishing and nurturing all
Giving love to those in need
 
They built an effigy in her honor
but it was faceless and cold
And sometimes it would bleed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See
Photo Prompt

Word Prompts
Nourish - Word of the Day
Sibling - RTDP
Label - FOWC

Not Worth It

Not Worth It

She stood fearlessly
On the balcony wall
One more step
And she could end it all

Not that she would
She just wanted to scare
A brief moment of power
Silently saying a prayer

What is the point
of anything anymore
His hateful words
had cut her to the core

Time and again
she would acquiesce
Living with him
was like a game of chess

She always had to be
Two steps ahead
To know what was coming
Or fear to tread

This day was like
Just any other
She was only breathing air
But to him it was a bother

He was irritated as usual
With what she was doing
A fight ensued
It was always brewing

Emergency vehicle sirens
Sounding in the distance
Probably coming for her
To offer their assistance

Digging deep in her soul
Searching for serendipity
This is letting him win
She’d had an epiphany

Stepping down from the ledge
Her strength had returned
The power was hers
The tide had turned

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Serendipity

Balcony

Acquiesce

Emergency

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #16 – Catch me when I fall

 

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Primal

Primal

As I look into your eyes

Listening to whimpering cries

I know I am smitten

Nothing can spoil

or attempt to foil

Because it has been written

 

From my strength you draw

life’s blood in your claw

as you take shelter

But the lies and conceit

will always repeat

Know that in hell you will swelter

 

For you I will fight tigers

And deal with the liars

In order to insulate

I promise to keep you safe

Until my hands are chafe

My life’s work to facilitate

 

Your beauty is brilliant

Your body resilient

You are surely tough

A blast from the skies

In rain it cries

No umbrella is enough

 

My love will you protect

and never neglect

as long as I do live

I’ll shelter you from harm

your enemies disarm

and forever forgive

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Blast

Conceit

Draw

Brilliant

Spoil

Umbrella – OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #15

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My Side of You

My side of you

One day, just once
I want you to be
on my side of you

Maybe then you
would understand
and have a clue

What it is like
to hear what you say
and feel what you do

To shield the arrows
of words that
always ensue

You would stand
in my shoes
and perhaps get a sense

of how I feel
when you get a laugh
at my expense

To come down
from your castle
in the air

Be at my level
just for a moment
and begin to care

Perhaps then
you would see
what is precious

Something to treasure
and protect
and not contentious

One day, just once
I want you to be
on my side of you

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Perfect

Fandango’s word of the day Castle

OctPoWriMo Poem a Day #13 – If I were you

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Downtrodden

Downtrodden

Who controls the pecking order of life?
Because I’m on the outside
looking in

Nose against the window
like the proverbial stepchild
Taking it on the chin

Living on the edge of the herd
Feeling like the runt of the litter
These are the emotions I bear

Easy to slip into a depression
Dragging others down
Wishing I wasn’t there

Just feeling that life
is dealing me the cards
of endless misery

The ones you fold
so the others would win
Like some kind of trickery

Invisible
the color of my life
I fall through the cracks

Constantly trying to scale
that overgrown fence
Just once wishing to relax

Feeling imperfect
But knowing I’m not
All I want is a chance

Look at me I’m here
Just like you
Give me a second glance

Determined to begin again
And experience a rebirth
My stellar light will shine

Brighter than before
You’ll concern me no longer
I’ll be stronger next time

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing©

Word Prompts:

Stellar

Fence

Concern

Overgrown

Herd

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Oct #11 – Falling through the cracks

 

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Solitary Man

Solitary Man

I am haunted by your words
That lay heavy on my heart
We are only as strong
as the miles between us
Destined to be apart

There is a sense of dislocation
I am an empty vessel
With all the hangover
and none of the buzz
All these things I wrestle

Reflecting on our last night
Sitting in the park by the lake
The color of your eyes
In the moonlight
I melted like a snowflake

I was dancing on air
Until you laid out your plan
You were leaving me
Never to return
I am now a solitary man

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Haunted

Color

Fjord/Lake

Park/Parking

Solitary

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #10 Dancing on Air

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Wounded

Wounded

I love your gentleness
Even though I see your fire
You are a wounded soul
Who fights
I feel your ire

Rugged exterior
But silently brooding
Your spirit bruised
Its power immense
But always eluding

Your head
is lit by the moon
Your heart
darkened by the storms
Your body has been hewn

Let me heal you
Protect you from harm
Light the way
Out of the tunnel
And your enemies disarm

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Rugged

Silent

Immense

Moonlit

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #9 – Love

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Pound of Flesh

Pound of Flesh

Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused, desecrated

There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved

Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least

She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Apparent

Plump

Fathom

Routine

Hibernate

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – October #8 – Madness

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