Tag Archives: Life

Beginning to End

A face once smoothand creamy as alabasteris now lined and sallowspeckled with liver spotsand moles screaming to befree of the skinThe thick, dark hairhighlighting burnt siennabecomes thinning and whiteOnce tight skin was stretchedover strong muscular limbsNow, no longer defying gravityit hangs in crepe foldsas the body loses the density of boneSoon the cycle will endAshesContinue reading “Beginning to End”

Worry, Worry Not

Worry, Worry Not Today I wondered what is the point of life when repetition gives no pleasure? Wake, work, sleep Wake, work, sleep Spinning plates on the top of poles Keeping them simultaneously turning Juggling balls in the air Making it through the day only to repeat tomorrow Rolling a proverbial snowball up the hillContinue reading “Worry, Worry Not”

The Ground You Walk On

The Ground You Walk On It is on this ground that I took my first steps Unsure, shaking and stumbling The road straight and narrow Merciful to someone young and naïve Over time it became uneven With twists and turns At times unnavigable Bottomless potholes hidden beneath puddles of rain Deep cracks to trap andContinue reading “The Ground You Walk On”

Butterflies – A Quadrille

Butterflies Ugliness lives in an anger-filled world careening out of control Violence and hatred rule in the name of rights minus responsibilities Butterflies live and flutter in silence The delicate beauty of the moment touching senses with colorful vision and gentleness Imagination captured Escape secured Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing AllContinue reading “Butterflies – A Quadrille”

One Liner Wednesday – Reflection

On reflection, and as we get older, do you find there are always a lot of “what if” statements that come to mind? I try not to do it because what’s the point? There are no do-overs in this life but it would be fun just to imagine how life could have been knowing thenContinue reading “One Liner Wednesday – Reflection”

Perfect Life

Perfect Life I pin my hopes and dreamson a cork-less boardand watch them fallempty and unfulfilledto the floor belowTime after time I wonder,was there a hiccupin my biological make upconvincing me to believethings that will never be?In my mind’s eye is a vistaof a life of perfectionOne I am meant to be livingBut it neverContinue reading “Perfect Life”