Tag: hope

Case Closed

Case Closed

You carry melancholy
in a suitcase
full of hope
It is a familiar
travel companion
Hope may find joy
but ultimately it leaves you
 
Knowing deep
in your soul
pessimism rules
In abandoned dreams
from long ago
is where you
find yourself
 
You surrendered
everything for love
and it played on your
vulnerability
for happiness 
The suitcase remains
closed like your heart

 
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has been thinking about endings. She has prompted
us to use one of the following lines to write a poem
without first reading the work it was taken from.
I chose the last quote:

“You fling it open for the first time/ but I’m gone
M Kahf ~ Wall 

Wall
BY MOHJA KAHF

Your heart is a wall on which I knocked
looking for a door, a latch
a windowsill, a flowerpot

Everything I brought to the wall dried up
and blew away for lack of answer:
tulip bulbs, my worry for you, some children

Sometimes I pounded it with my fists
smashed my forehead on it
blamed myself for not having the passcode
hated myself
hated hating myself—started over
willed patience, got advice
cried in a heap against its brick
without getting a stir
so many night-after-nights

It’s a wall.
There is no way in.

Now that I’ve made the choice to leave
your heart suddenly has a gate
You fling it open for the first time
but I’m gone

Prompts
“As if we could hear music inside the words”
Gail Newman ~ Trust
“Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind”
L. Igloria ~ A Reparation
“Call me to lie down in fragrance.”
D. Margoshes ~ Season of Lilac
“So close that your sea rises with my heat”
C.Perez ~ Love in a Time of Climate Change
“The clear vowels rise like balloons”
S.Plath ~ Morning Song
“You fling it open for the first time/ but I’m gone
M Kahf ~ Wall 

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Mosaic Culture

Mosaic Culture

My perfect world
is a mosaic
Where each piece connects
the other in beauty
There are shades of earth
Deep brown and pitch black
to clay and sandy soil
Sky connecting clouds of white
crimson, rosy pink and graphite
Sometimes golden and sun-kissed
Trees with outstretched arms
In greens, reds and yellows
Oceans holding everything in place
With blue-green reflections
of its inhabitants
A rainbow of ebony, mahogany,
ginger and cinnamon
with alabaster and ivory
delightfully blended in hues
of cafe au lait and mocha 
Eyes of sapphire and cognac
pewter, graphite and terra-cotta 
Sensual colors of eyes and skin
Bleeding the same color red
and crying identical crystal tears
Wishing to live in harmony 
with each other
as it should be

 
Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she
has prompted us to share a poem that we have
recently read and use it to inspire us to
write one.
One of my favorite poets is Langston Hughes.
I did not grow up with his poetry but I have come to
love it.  I was inspired by his poem Harlem Sweeties
where his use of descriptive color is so beautiful and
mesmerizing to read.  It captured me immediately.

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The Eyes Have It





crop man with blue eyes gazing at camera
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The Eyes Have It

Your face attractive
with faint lines
of wear and character
but your eyes
are spellbinding
Magnetizing
Drawing me into
their deep limpid
pools of azure
I surrender willingly
to your hypnotic gaze
for there I might find
the answers to
my own destiny
Where will you take me?
Will I stay long
or will I just drown
in your watery lagoon?

 
Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with "Eyes"

Now is the Time

Now is the Time

One more
blue-black bruise
on society
One too many
The beast has been
unleashed
Voices heard
Strength in numbers
taking to the streets
Waking the silent
Unmasking the blind
A united voice
heard by deaf ears
Heads previously
buried in the sand
resurrected
A time of change
Power in the hands
of the peaceful oppressed
The dark days
are numbered
One man’s breath
choked from his body
Yet his words 
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
will live in infamy
and be carried
on wings of soaring birds 
His voice stolen
but we speak
for him, for all
Now is the time
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo
#Blacklivesmatter

Smile

Smile

Waking to his smile
A cherished gift
The frown no longer there
lifting her challenged spirits
Giving hope the malaise
has gone forever
Whatever ailed his heart
and hardened it with ice
Had robbed his face
of its charm
The twisted agony
of pronounced pain
consuming his
body and mind
Filling it with anger
and despair
Leaving a legacy
of suffering
Shutting out the one
who loved him most
and lived his trauma
But now, just for a while
She takes that smile
and forgets all else
A contagious reaction
of joy and hope
that will carry her
on a cloud
 
until it doesn’t

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Word Prompts
Challenge - Word of the Day
Pronounced - RDP
Legacy - FOWC

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Flicker Of Hope – Poem of the Month – April 2020

Flicker Of Hope

The hope that is
in my heart
cannot be stolen
or imprisoned
I may lose faith
from time to time
but it is always there
It is who I am
and what defines me
Others can
steal my heart
and my soul
Rob me
of my dignity
and self esteem
Break my spirit
But that flicker
of hope can always
be kindled
It is the eternal flame
that drives me
It cannot be taken
away from me
for I am more
than breath and bone
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Written for Christine from Brave & Reckless
who prompted us with the phrase "I am more
than breath and bone"

Together

Together

In its final burst
of energy
the setting sun
leaves the day
with its
warmth
and glow
Taking nothing
from us
other than the
memories
it championed

With its flickering
light slipping slowly
below the horizon
the remains
of the day
gently turn
to night
A sense
of oneness
with the universe
A flicker of hope
for a better tomorrow


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

Champion - Word of the Day
Tonight - FOWC
Better - RDP



Happiness in Installments

Happiness in Installments

Impossible
to survive one week
without shedding tears
Togetherness for a day or two
but never seven,
The sum of all fears
 
Happiness serialized
in installments
Each one intense
Gasping for breath
Wishing for the next
to ease the suspense
 
Carried along 
with romance but
dashed by the dramatic
Each episode
a mystery
Endings climactic
 
Hope
a distant dream
in a future series
Featuring a new cast
of characters and
conspiracy theories
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Hope - RDP

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