Tag: healing

Poem of the Month – August 2019 – Repair

Repair

To escape the chaos
that is you
I must find fortitude
Lashing back
is no longer an option
Needing solitude
 
I lose myself
in the secret garden
of my mind
Where I am calm
Healing can begin
and justice is blind
 
Floating on a sea
of mundane thoughts
Exorcising the discontent
Here I countdown
to the return of sanity
The storm to circumvent
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets tonight
Mundane - FOWC
Countdown - WotD
The Secret Garden - Go Dog Go Cafe

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Across the Universe

Across the Universe

The flicker of movement
in the corner of my eye
Warm breath on my neck
A soft touch
against my cheek
These things
Let me know
of your presence
 
When sadness consumes me
or I dissolve in a meltdown
the house lights will flash
That little bird sitting
on my shoulder
Whispering in my ear
and I know
you’ve heard me
 
These subtle messages
of communication
Imagined or not
give me the strength
I need to grow without you
for you have gone now
to somewhere else
across the Universe
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Universe
Melt

Image Jonny Lindner from Pixabay

Waterfall – A Cascade Poem

Waterfall

in the quietness
of my mind
my escape complete
 
water falling
soothing
in the quietness
 
lofty trees
sheltering, protecting
of my mind
 
the beating heart
of my stag, silent
my escape complete 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Jane Dougherty's Poetry Challenge
#33 - Silent - A Cascade
 
A Cascade is four three-line stanzas, without rhyme.
Three lines of the first verse used successively as
last lines of following verse
Line pattern A/B/C, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Word Prompts:

Quiet - WotD
Lofty - RDP
Escape - FOWC

Gypsy in her Soul

Gypsy in her Soul

Cool sand beckoned
at day’s end
Walking barefoot
along the shore
Much needed,
for her heart to mend
 
Breeze in her hair
Free as the birds
Thoughts released
up to the sky
Mind calming
No need for words
 
She paddled
In the watery pools
as Sandpipers chased
away from the flow
The beach in the fading light
twinkled like precious jewels
 
Walking off the pain
as darkness fell
The gypsy in her soul
reminded her once more
Time to move on
and these feelings will quell
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Paddle

Chase

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Mondays

Image by themoderngypsydiaries from Pixabay 

Space to Breathe

Space to Breathe

Weary as your scapegoat
I search for a sanctuary
Needing solace to heal
my thoughts, now fragmentary
A place where I may weep
with no fear of scorn
Having lost self-respect
and for that I mourn
 
Stillness and peace
comfort me here
Being lost in the stillness
not missing the fear
My thoughts uninterrupted
bringing needed serenity
Finding myself again
after losing identity
 
A small haven
where no one goes
My heart can regenerate
its love, as tension slows
Meditation brings relief
as I look back at my soul
I can see clearly now
Once again, I am whole
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Challenge Write/Photo

Word Prompts:

Sanctuary

Regenerate

Scapegoat

Resurrection – Poem of the Month – June 2019

Resurrection

As the snow melted
in early spring
I finally find a voice
with which to sing
Buried deep underground
with my crushed dreams
I suffocated there where
no one heard my screams
 
My instinct was to be free
Away from this wretched grave
An inhospitable prison
where I had been a slave
Pushing the earth upwards
my soul was set free
No longer indebted
and never more your devotee
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse poets and gave us some unique
photos by Mary Frances as inspiration. I love the one
I chose!

Prompts:

Crushed Dreams
Snow
Hospitality (Inhospitable)
Instinct

Forgettable

Forgettable

When you left
You took away
the morning sunshine
The verdant earth
lay dying and the sea
shrank from the coastline
 
A blanket of darkness
Obscuring and distorting
Enveloping my world
A maelstrom in fury
Whipping, lashing
Emotions hurled
 
Struggling to stabilize
Before drowning
in your wake
Unsteady, frightful 
Clinging to hope
Is this all a mistake?
 
As I wallow in this mire
I realize my error
I gave you free rein
To do as you wished
Taking everything from me
Was I insane?
 
Luckily, I saw the light
At the end of the tunnel
It restored my trust
Meanwhile I now 
only think of you 
if I absolutely must
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Lucky

Verdant

Meanwhile

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The Gathering

The Gathering

The sun beckoned them
to the top of the hill
Hand in hand in a circle
Experiencing the thrill
 
They felt each other’s blood
as it coursed through their veins
As if all one organism
Simultaneously breaking chains
 
As the sun rose in the sky
Its early light kissed the ground
Infusing its energy into them all
and the day was crowned
 
One sun, one earth, one people
So was their creed
They passed the pipe of peace
and inhaled the weed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt

The Long Road

The Long Road

Born from new beginnings
A glimmer of hope
In the bleakest of years
The darkest of times
A baby to love and
dry the shedding tears
 
A lonely widow
with a family ready made
He, a man with an assurance
Promising love and security
for ever more, yet for her
it became an endurance
 
A straying spouse
out until the small hours
with whiskey breath
Cheating on his wife
with no-good women
She wished him a slow death
 
A child growing in disharmony
painfully witnessing the angst 
and learning how to be
Confused by the love-hate
relationship
Wishing to be free
 
A lifetime of relearning 
That true love really exists 
and does not cause pain
Love and honor
for each other
the foundation, never the bane
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo

Day 11 - April 11th

Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like
to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where
are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally,
physically, spiritually? And having come from there,
where are you now?

Photo by Dimitri de Vries on Unsplash

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The Calling

The Calling


A world of silence
beckoned
Offering the solace
desperately needed
A calling
not to be ignored
Voluntarily acceded 


A place to offer
devotion of
both heart and soul
A gift of one’s being
Magnanimous 
Complete and whole


A journey of light
The path clear
and obstacle-free
To this house
of sanctuary
Now destined to be



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's
What Do You See Photo Prompt
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