The Gathering

The Gathering The sun beckoned themto the top of the hillHand in hand in a circleExperiencing the thrill They felt each other’s bloodas it coursed through their veinsAs if all one organismSimultaneously breaking chains As the sun rose in the skyIts early light kissed the groundInfusing its energy into them alland the day was crowned One sun, oneContinue reading “The Gathering”

The Long Road

The Long Road Born from new beginningsA glimmer of hopeIn the bleakest of yearsThe darkest of timesA baby to love anddry the shedding tears A lonely widowwith a family ready madeHe, a man with an assurancePromising love and securityfor ever more, yet for herit became an endurance A straying spouseout until the small hourswith whiskey breathCheating onContinue reading “The Long Road”

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 ofboth 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 toContinue reading “The Calling”

Time Is Up

Time Is Up Exhausted and drainedGrown tired of the never endinggameNo more rocks in the pileCan no longer shift the blame Differences to rejoiceEmpathy and understandingto be restoredWalk to towards each otherAll avenues explored A time to cast away stonesand a time to gather stonestogetherIt is now time to forgiveAnd find the white feather  Christine Bolton – PoetryContinue reading “Time Is Up”

Return

Return Time had cometo face the pastHaving left long agoto follow a dreamthis return, the last Running awaygave her life breathThe needed spaceto exist in freedomOr die a slow death The gates of hellHer captor in darknessControlling the mindRobbing thoughtsLiving in starkness Escaping the tortureWhere her mind resistedBeyond the morbid prisonOf her own inventionLearning love existed The triumphant returnAContinue reading “Return”

Healing Garden

Healing Garden She followed the circled pathin the Healing Gardenas it was so calledHer desire for silence to let go of fearsshe noticed it was walled The bougainvillea spilledover with its deep pink blossomsA sight for tired eyesFragrant jasmine intertwinedwith tree foliageas if dropping from the skies Resting on the white benchShe drew peaceful energyfrom the surroundingsHer needContinue reading “Healing Garden”

Sound of Silence – An Elfchen

Sound of Silence – An Elfchen  SilenceThe soundis still goldenand my heart restsPeacefully Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©In response to Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing PromptThe Elfchen is an 11 word poem written in 5 lines— Line 1=1word,Line 2=2words,  Line 3=3words, Line 4=4 words,  Line 5 =1 word.Lines 1 and 5 should not beContinue reading “Sound of Silence – An Elfchen”

Relaxation – A Quadrille

Relaxation Steep the fragrant blossomsIn oiland pluck the grapes from the vine Slice the ripe orangesAnd sweeten the wine Draw a bathof fresh scented rosesand reclinein its relaxant powerLie back closing your eyesand envisagethe Lotus flower  Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©DVerse Poets Monday Quadrille with Mish – Prompt word Steep A quadrille is a poem with exactly 44Continue reading “Relaxation – A Quadrille”

Haunting – Poem of the Month – February 2019

Haunting The range of emotionsDisturbing and alarmingUnforeseenOut of the bluePossibly harming Perceptions cut deepA woeful heart bleedingVagrant feelingsHomelessand needing A future in suspensionSpirit crying for healingAn empty shellCast asideForever haunting Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word Prompts:HauntingVagrantWoeRangeD’Verse Poets – Open Link Night – Hosted by GracePhoto by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash Follow Poetry For Healing on WordPress.com (function(d){var fContinue reading “Haunting – Poem of the Month – February 2019”

Growing

Growing Their love immatureAllowing resentment to buildThey could not see the forestfor the lumber to be milledLike a motor revvingTheir anxiety up and downArguments were commonAlways a fight for the crownNeeding perspectivethey went different waysSpace across the milesAnd clarity through the hazeRemoved from the battlefieldA time to thinkA metamorphosis occurredAs they stood on the brinkRebornContinue reading “Growing”