Tag: life

Work in Progress

Work in Progress

Ever changing
circle of life
and love
Growing and evolving
with respect and honor
Giving and receiving
Supporting and leaning
Loving and hating
Sometimes crashing and burning
with resentment and bitterness
Futile arguments
Begrudging compromise
Sending each other
in different directions
Searching for emotional life rafts
A place to breathe
and heal from 
stinging words
of anger
hurled without thought
More harshly spoken
than truth in their meaning
Uneven edges of a puzzle
trying to fit
any which way
Sharp corners slicing softness
leaving bloody lesions
Healing but scarring
Forever reminders
of imperfections
on each side
of the equation
A never-ending challenge
to live and love
as one

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Futile - Word of the Day
Begrudge - FOWC



You were
my king
my idol
I worshipped you
each day
bringing you
gifts of fruit
and flowers
touched by sunshine
kissed with tears
and made
with my love
You feasted
on my bounty
and reclined in
the warmth
of my passion
the relief of my
I filled the
in your dark heart
and became
your doormat
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

King - Word of the Day
Relief - RDP
Fact - FOWC

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The First Step

The First Step

The road is long
and not for the
It will bend and twist
uphill and down
and full of
pot holes
There is no choice
on this journey
of life
You will stumble
and fall
and at times
you will reach
a crossroads
where sometimes
you will stay
in neutral
and unknowing
You will take
the wrong path
without question
but you will learn
from the mistake
and carry on
to the next junction
With experience
you will choose wisely
There are no shortcuts
on this road
called life
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 In response to Sue Vincent's Write/Photo



The milky moon
shines a delicate light
through clouds of gauze
this balmy summer night
The rain from earlier
still puddled on the ground
The night had become still
with barely a sound
A caterwauling feline on a fence
Hatchlings safe in their nest
A hooting owl high in a tree
Hungry baby on mother’s breast
The day comes to an end
with everyone in their place
Time to rest before returning
with the night’s grace

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Delicate - WotD
Return - RDP
Nest - FOWC

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay



The view across the lake
in the early morning
Magnificent in its silence
as the day was dawning
Birds aroused and calling
in a contest of sound
Happy communicating
while others dig the ground
Each day wondrous
in its simple familiarity
Traveling on the wheels of existence
Rotating in its peculiarity
Monotonous but necessary
a cycle impossible to cheat
The tread of time so ruthless
that it tramples even kings under its feet
Such is life
A difficult road to follow
Beautiful yet tough
sometimes a hard pill to swallow
Moments captured and stored
in the memory banks of existence 
Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts
With little or no resistance
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©






Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix
Personification, using this sentence:
The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings
under its feet.



Fatigued by a vagabond life
Bones weary from the weather
Clothes threadbare and worn
skin tough as hammered leather
A look unmistakable
with eyes forever distant
An existence not of choice
always socially resistant
Fame lost in history
and soon forgotten
family ties and love
now decayed and rotten
Tattered belongings
A bottle in a brown bag
A dirty old blanket
His only swag
The liquor warming
and a welcome treat
soon lost in a whisky haze
This sad life on the street
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:




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Role Playing

Role Playing


My role is unique

I’m somewhat of a freak

A drum roll I compose

No intention to impose

I play the part

With all my heart

Will I pass the audition?

My hard work come to fruition?

Thanks, but no thanks

No need to fill in the blanks

I didn’t get the job

Now my head begins to throb

No room for any sorrow

Back at it again tomorrow


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll





What I ask is the point

To do what will disappoint

Why would you pour oil on a bonfire

When you know what will transpire

You actually enjoy being

The one always disagreeing

An onslaught of peppered criticisms

When no one wants your idealisms

You would bask in your own glory

While delivering a sad sob story

Public enemy number one

Never wanting to be outdone

Your motto is to never snooze

If you do you might lose

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed.  I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …

let it go
let it leave
let it happen
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway

– all you own is yourself

It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk







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